These toes are hungry Like new baby birds Uncurled to feed from My mothering lips
These ankles scatter From teeth like a herd They need the friction Of coarse fingertips and...
I nurse these nervous legs, take pride in my work These thighs are twisting their escape from your slip I speak in tongues because I don't have the words I breath religion on your shivery hips
I will decide You will decide When you come in When I come in My trembling tide My second skin I will decide You will decide The fall and the rise Of this wondrous sin
Your eyes are fastened on me, Captain-like, and cruel My belly/eclipses them in waves of slow air I try to hold you safe, like Lu in a pool Locking my fingers in your octopus hair But you won't be stalled And you won't be fixed You're trolling your thumbs Up past your ribs Standing me up Scolding their tack Teasing along the sheer of my back And you're tossing me fore Turning you aft A tongue to an ear A port to a raft A tempestuous pitch A pummeling pride The surge of your stitch My mastering glide
You will decide I will decide When I come in When you come in My unsettled skin My second tide You will decide I will decide The fall and the rise Of this wondrous sin
Obey the metronome of this breath And the meter of these teeth Taste the salt in the sweat And the sugar on The sheets are keeping time with this breath And the meter of these teeth Taste the salt in the sweat And the tempo that we keep the metronome...