in the mornings
i love to follow the splendid
tightening of muscle in your
calf, when you lean
in sexy tiptoe arch
to get your favorite blue bowl
from the back of the cupboard
i love your calf, the firmness
rising from your ankles
in angles like a temple.
its gentle sloping
leads me into the softer
back of your knee,
that always has a sheen of
sweat in summer, where i place my kisses
to receive the salt of you, and your shifting
giggle
as my beard tickles
i love your calf, and how even on the brightest day
keeps a shadow of secrets from our love making
on previous nights