These toes are hungry

Like new baby birds

Uncurled to feed from

My mothering lips



These ankles scatter

From teeth like a herd

They need the friction

Of coarse fingertips and...



I nurse these nervous legs, take pride in my work

These thighs are twisting their escape from your slip

I speak in tongues because I don't have the words

I breath religion on your shivery hips



I will decide

You will decide

When you come in

When I come in

My trembling tide

My second skin

I will decide

You will decide

The fall and the rise

Of this wondrous sin



Your eyes are fastened on me, Captain-like, and cruel

My belly/eclipses them in waves of slow air

I try to hold you safe, like Lu in a pool

Locking my fingers in your octopus hair

But you won't be stalled

And you won't be fixed

You're trolling your thumbs

Up past your ribs

Standing me up

Scolding their tack

Teasing along the sheer of my back

And you're tossing me fore

Turning you aft

A tongue to an ear

A port to a raft

A tempestuous pitch

A pummeling pride

The surge of your stitch

My mastering glide



You will decide

I will decide

When I come in

When you come in

My unsettled skin

My second tide

You will decide

I will decide

The fall and the rise

Of this wondrous sin



Obey the metronome of this breath

And the meter of these teeth

Taste the salt in the sweat

And the sugar on

The sheets are keeping time with this breath

And the meter of these teeth

Taste the salt in the sweat

And the tempo that we keep the metronome...