By chris
Date: 2006 Apr 26
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Que No?

You're utterly insatiable
like me,
que no?
It shows -
which may be why
we wind up under and on top of white sheets
on a still-cloudless and bright New Mexican afternoon
joining not a second too soon
to Chet Baker's satin
blue.
And I say you're beautiful.
You knead the muscles on my arm
as I mirror your need
like sun on water
and shamelessly admire
the curve of your breasts
like bajadas running down
to desert rivers
in the lost world of your brown skin,
gently biting your just-right sized nipples into
tiny points of urgency
in that place
where we are
(and here's it's only
we)
where I lose my sight in your sun-browned hair,
happily blind to your scent
on my fingers,
in the air now -
everywhere -
as we do it like it's an emergency
we welcome
and invite
and manage to get there
with seconds
to spare.