Trip

Your sweatshirt arms: a soft pink starfish around me
The world is breathing with us and you tell me I’m
beautiful and you can see
my colors.
                                        Your hand molten lava on my chest.
                  With you in that enchanted African forest (when we found the frog)
That’s when I could have –expired—into the dancing sand.
                                                          The tears and love dripping out of our faces (when we pet it)
Crouched beneath the cobweb tree.
                Time to go now.  Leave the delicious fruit puddle of fire
And safari memories
To twist in curly cues underneath the screen of glitter
                That’s simultaneously          the infinite mouth of truth.
Now.  I’m.  Standing on my computer desk
Barefoot                            I wanna eat the bed like an ice
                                                                                              cream
                                                                                              sandwich.
But you’re a vortex and you slurp be back under
                                              the blankets as we giggle and let them billow.  Sailboats.  Onto our faces.
              A pig astronaut.                            Webothseeitand I can’t believe it.
Or my shower curtain clouds              orgasming into creamy blue water.  Tastes hairy in my mouth.
                                    Sea urchin flower candle with  ---- “I wanna grow old with you”
                                  Twisting icy clear life between
                                          our sock monkey feet.