Zywa
Nesting
clothes put on to let them slip off
the cushion-wardrobes pulled
empty because you come
knock love into one another
at the sound of an ordinary
working day blown inside
holding our breath
over our long backs
scratching nails bathed soft
awaken warm folds
discover dozy skin
infinitely far our look
tongueling in my fumbled mouth
tingling in all ten of my toes
both arms wingspread
sink sighing in the depths
which unfold and you nest
yourself in and around me
|