Being There

Yes, I admit I love the living flesh of you how it shapes itself into breasts & other delicious bits of you* I love you down to the bone kiss your radius a clavicle (the other clavicle) cupping your patella I stroke at first your left and then your right femur. I love (when I enter you) how you tense your metacarpal arch. I love you down to your very last strand of DNA this the very essence of you & who you are. I love you down to the very soul of you the young & old of you the who you’re going to be the who you always are. I love the very fact that you exist & are here present in this kiss. *To go into these at this time would only impede & hold up the flow of the poem so you will have to use your imagination or just guess...I guess! ****** This started with a kiss…the playful kiss of lovers delighting in the least detail of each other…from an eyelid to the hair on a head. “Kiss my eyebrow…kiss my other eyebrow…which eyebrow do you like most? The…eh…left? The left…oh(pout) …what’s wrong with the right? Nothing…nothing...on another night it might just well have been the right! Kiss my eyelids … kiss my clit...kiss my metacarpal arch...kiss my bones...kiss my soul...kiss my...etc., etc., etc., ” and so on and so on and so forth...in the playful intimacy of loving ...what lovers do being silly in an ecstasy of each other! It may seem stupid after (or from afar) but at the time it blows the mind and mixes sex with love with lust with laughter…always...a potent mixture! A heady brew of the me and you of it all. Oh! I can’t explain you would have had to have…been there!