You say we should float together
somewhere
above our bodies
interred but grounded,
you wax poetic
sometimes
while you hold me
in your organic embrace
rising,
I say we're just moonbeams,
you say
you wouldn't be one if you had to give
up your dick,
I laugh out loud,
and wonder if life isn't
one long orgasm,
with the untidy event
of living by the books
thrown in its way.
We taste like salt dolls,
and smell of ocean.
explore the wild
mantra of flying,
our shells washing ashore.
somewhere
above our bodies
interred but grounded,
you wax poetic
sometimes
while you hold me
in your organic embrace
rising,
I say we're just moonbeams,
you say
you wouldn't be one if you had to give
up your dick,
I laugh out loud,
and wonder if life isn't
one long orgasm,
with the untidy event
of living by the books
thrown in its way.
We taste like salt dolls,
and smell of ocean.
explore the wild
mantra of flying,
our shells washing ashore.
