you bare your muscles,
threaded in tight knots, bundled
but beautiful, yours
like those fibrous eyes,
irises in maple coils
unwinding me, as
unkempt synapses.
a glance inside your lovely
skin, bones, nerves, I'd like
to press your pleasure
points, to scrape against your thighs,
my fingers trembling,
the dimples on your
shoulders, enzymes, waiting for
an induced fit, mine,
thumbs brushing your hips,
lips lain softly twixt your veins,
a complex of us,
your latticed, protein-
laden pulchritude, pleated,
folded into sheets,
await just one touch.









