we go in circles
about this dance
the one two step
of exploration
cross heat
cross feat
and denial
that we could
survive the
silence we
create in the
eye gazing
that speaks
of desires
lingering
cross hairs
cross fire
and explosives
ready to detonate
on our command
we are captured
not by lust
by longing
lacquered in
the polish of
our language
lessons like
love
producing
picasso like
images on
our skin
melanin entrusted
to us by the gods
who separated
heaven
and earth
with clay
and rich soil
creating master
pieces
so we could
lay like pieces
that the master
blew life into
together
engraved
with
wet
imprints
of slick
heat
not produced
my members
below the belt
but the heat
is still felt
there too
the steam
falls off the
walls into a
pool on
the floor
and creates
a melody
of liquid
vibrations
fans circulate
to cool off
the tension
of being
committed to
the moment
your canvas
although clear
of ink
is painted daily
with traces of
arousal and
newness
across
rib cages and
arms
and feet
upon the backside
that you have been
blessed with
and the tickling
hair from body
to face
each moment
together is like
an opening
night at an
art gallery
unveiling
the beauty
of your canvas
with the swirls
of my skilled
tongue in
paints
of experience
with your
terrain and
the pictures
seared into
your skin
are scorching
like the sun
rising in the dessert
and breathtaking
as the sunsetting
over the Pacific
coastlines
FJ original 2016