Thursday, August 27

Reverse Cowgirl

with pointed feet
up my hips the
bounce is

She acute triangle
of spine there
& arms down to
ankle beach—

Open close she bobs
pink bashful
bow of furry
parentheses that

roll & stretch
round ‘ ’ ow
the lover sound

—rippling
in bounces

that landing u.f.o.
in my long grass

Picks up again
with wet daisies
the shaded dimples
in back’s base
she
rotates in lamp

The cheeky red
flusters that deepen
under giggled slaps
& squeezed
revelation the
dark purse
pursed

Fluttering
twist & hide
as unheld
falling down
to bound the
upside down birds

Then the
unequivocal shiver
as drained the
white from my eyes
is high up thighs
& slips from
the folded line

She upsets
the balls of her feet
& raises
the slap to my navel

It’s the confetti
on church lane, the
white rice
is smiles over
lovers’ flushes.

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