between her thighs

tickle
words 

drink dreams from between her thighs
let her moisture press patterns in the symptoms
of your illness finding cure
somewhere between her lips and tongue.
until you can ride her laughter without remorse

corners turn evolutions around curves, paying homage to the
painted shadow plays layered like tattoos draped across her skin
and left in memory of dreamt landscapes that melted under
the heat of her lemon-dropped shop of salt beaches
I crawled into yesterday and found too delicious to leave.

crinkles pretend smoothness underneath
which is why I prefer hard liquor to gold
lacquered skin passed in dreamt serenity
finding once more the eloquence of skin made alive with a whisper
or wept in rivers down eager slopes.

and you thought I was sweet.