Water Trickles

The water trickles,
From the strands of flaxen hair
Along the ridge of his neck,
down the valley in his sculpted back.

Beads of water drip
From his necklace of shells
From his rolling shoulders,
his twisted chest hairs

Droplets pool
On his collarbone.
In his bellybutton,
the crease between his thigh and abdomen,

It seeps
From his plump earlobes
From his bottom lip
the tips of his fingers

Water
In all the places
I've licked and kissed
And some I have yet to find.

Next

Back

Home

Poetry Page

Email

Guestbook

Background by:
Heater

Geocities