By it dosent matter
Date: 18 November 2000
an ode to a drop of sweat
a drop of moisture slow to form
upon fever heated brow
to glide so deliberately down
marking its path with a coolness
other wise not found
on this too sweltering of day
off the brow betwixt enchanting eyes
closed in anticipation
of this drops probable path
along bridge of nose
to hang suspended for time
above luscious lips
plunging downward its cool
wetness tasted yet continuing down
following the crease of endless smiles
gravity pulls it lower yet
to leisurely roll over well turned chin
along a neck that twitches within
to pool for a time in hollow at base
then continuing this measured pace
down her parched and heated chest
between plush heaving breast
nipples crinkling at its too chill path
down ever downward
un hurried though
on natural avenue mid line belly
to pool again for a time
kissing close to belly button
before gravity again exerts its wish
pulling this bead of moisture lower yet
now among a forest of darkened fur
playing icy tag with each lone hair
down ever down
to a wound that never heals
dawdling along lower lips
passing slow aching slow
taking its time
lower yet lower yet
passing over a clenched and fisted opening
lower to be absorbed finally
into a pillow set precisely there
and people look at me strange
when i say how i long to be
a drop of sweat to bead
upon my loves brow
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