How we own our love?

I stand before you
with a springbrewing in my heart;
we bare all,
in haste: a naked secret,
old loves, tattoos, ribs,
navel, and breasts.

I free your tresses from the
grip of a cheap plastic clip
and let them flow
over your shy eyes,
ivory shoulders, Hepburn neck;
I press your warm body, hard against mine
and between your chuckles, moans,
I wet your temporalis, maxilla,
zygoma,with my beer beaten tongue.

In a mad dance,
I sin you, you sin me,
not two sins,
Just One…
for a small history,
only for us.

Then after a Cigarette
and watching several turns

of the swirling fan blades,
I gaze at your Rodin head laid in my arms,
lost in deep soulful sleep,

I know it’s only now;
I can claim you as mine
and mine alone.

When you wake up
you would start about going
to a movie and shopping,
while I just want to
laze around reading ole books.