Mutant Feelings
If there were do overs in life
Or a tyme freezer
We could lie down next to
Each other
For one night
Would we wish
An eternity?
I feel your soft breath
Whispering up the back
Of my thighs
If there were do overs
It would be possible
We could take it back
And not one would be
The wiser.
Let's just freeze time
Shut it down
Keep it to ourselves
For a while.
(They won't even notice.)
I think I would smother you with kisses like gravy over mashed potatoes nibble and savor the magical convectionary taste of your long fingers like a chik 0 stick swirl my tongue around your belly button like the tip of an ice cream cone lik your thighs like a posikle your toes are tasty like popcorn I would devour your sensuality and give you mine in return.
If I burn a candle and a nagchampa
Meditate sitting on your name
Will it bring your soul strangling eyes and
Haunting hands to me?
You have not yet arrived
Yet somehow through my layers of smoke
You are here.
I can feel you over there
Maybe a mile away in your swimmin' trunks
my smoke will reach you that i'm sure of if anything do you like it? i wish you were here sitting in our comfortable silence. c'mon over drink a beer listen to beck do some reading. there's no need for language only your presence. i miss you. how many millions of moons & fake saturdays & loves & walks & careers & candles & vehicles has it been anyway? you were on the opposite side of the fabrik. since our return i have entered a tragik state on near constant discombobulation.
Now, I have some climbing to do...
Copyright Heather Prudence Davis
