curving like an ampersand, twisted and twining
or like a sidewinder hot on desert sand
(but you're never that desolate
when you're with me)
i want to burn you like that desert sun,
sear into your skin and make you pink,
no, red for passion in the face
and sweating in a pathetic attempt
to cool what i bring.
baby i don't need exotic;
i'll take you here there & anywhere
because taking you inside feels like singing
at the highest pitch my mouth and throat will allow
the seventh
the nineth