The Sweetness

a little sugar?

The Sweetness

I kiss the soft petal flesh of your legs,

your innocence is pink, 

cherry pie, The Stones on a Sunday morning,

played low, bass thumping.

Delicious. 

Exotic coffee fumes, the scent of a

post-coital ciggy clinging to

bedroom walls, stains on the ceiling,

ugly and perfect.

What do you see?

The long V of a woman's legs --

open yours, wider --

wider --

Yes. I can see that too. 

Tomorrow, when we are old

and God is calling,

I won't forget this.

Colors shall fade,

black to grey, emerald to sage,

scarlet to pink, shell pink,

the color of your flushed, flat tummy.

I will remember your sweetness

on my tongue,

how your toes curled.

The way you called my name.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Incredibly sensuous with seductive
nuance. Imaginative and graphic.
Wonderful verbage. Everything fits
perfectly.
The moral of memory of this moment
when they are old. Beautiful.
---- Eagle Cruagh