i want to mark the chapters of your body
with my tongue, letter by letter
write the alphabet of lip
and hip each on different pages
so i can read you there
for a long time.
i want this in the same way
as i want to populate your mouth
with kisses –
it is the same -
the way a clown fish will come
to a sea anemone around full moon
when it’s time to spawn,
fluttering and fluttering its fins in delight;
the way the tide will rise, seeking
to climb up over the naked sand, and pause,
pull back and climb back up again –
time after time the moan-refrain
of water over sand
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Adding your comment:
. Thank you, Mari 
's to you 
...mesmerizing sense of dance and delight.
