“you and me goin’ finish this.” he whispered.
his eyes filled with wet wanting and such
and me somewhere half devoured
on shapeless flats
wrapped in him.
and we played.
i mounting he
and the rest.
and i found new gardens to rest myself in when i is weary.
when all i need is to wiggle my toes in soil
let some comfortable feeling settle in
breathe a bit more than a bit
and thats a more mighty thing
finding home in a new lover.