Perfect Day

Coarse hair against hair against hair

Fingers drum down my scalp

Sleepy eyes open the clock is early

The shower blanket drains over fleshy me

Burnt into the brain black marks sing out

From curved wooden bodies and black hilo strings.

 

Sweet…… Salty……. Umami……

Smooth liquid strokes the inside of me

Hot in report

Comforting skin and stomach

 

The sun presses into our cheeks

As our rough hands explore skin investigating

Your powerful arms release me

A moment of weightless existence

Brings a smoothing

Of metal or wood for the delivery of stripey socks

 

Sweet…. Salty…. Umami

Smooth liquid strokes the inside of me

Hot in report

Comforting skin and stomach

 

Peaty breath with samphire tones

Waves break over me

Sending me

Away to my deep bed

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