Around Love
Brown maple surface
of a Quaker oats cereal,
microwaving in the oven.
quicksandish landscape
beckons me towards you.
You lead me into a basement bedroom.
I see your life painted in pinks,
in herbel teas,
in leopard skin hats,
wine-colored silken bed spreads,
open cupboards, open book shelves.
The fragrance from your skin,
Freckles, red, brown.
Stars mapping some uncharted
universe scape,
I explore
you explore my hair,
with shampoo chemistry,
in aqueous droplets,
our bodies salting
melting candle light
and vegetable soup in
flimsy styrofoam cups.
What comes after sushi,
after Indian curry,
naan bread and
pasta primevera?
What comes after,
in, out, around and about
you, me, us, the bed,
the white sheets, chair,
floor, car, freeways, concerts,
beaches, walks, runs,
what comes, what
remains after, you
and me are sexed out,
cuddled out, talked out,
lived out, fought out,
made out, done out,
shouted out, carressed out?
Love.