Soft and pliant,
Like the underbelly of a caught fish,
Are my lovers arms to me.
Strong and sinewous,
With the look of an anatomy book
are my lovers legs about me.
Weepy and weak,
Like a willow tree asleep
Is my lover's face upon me.
For all of this
His lips are warm to kiss
Urging my insides
To respond to drowsy tides
Of comfortable bliss.
(May 26,1993)
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