your knees
to me
are quite sexy truths
that i have longed to understand
a book i could never reach
just past my hand
suddenly found its way into my soul
your legs bend
and make the gentle cupping
behind your knees
that i love to kiss, love to long to kiss, simply
long to love
a small converging of muscles
and silken skin
just above the ridge of your calf
the back of your knee
it's
waiting, i'd swear to feel my hand
or my kisses
or to bend itself over me when we sleep
the back of your knee
so quite a lovely sexual splendor when
my tongue slides along the salted dipping of shadows
beyond your skirt
your black boots
coming up
like night overtaking a hill
but darkness never able to blanket the beautiful ivory
valley
the back of your knees