blessing of brownness
and smoothness
quiet roundness of arms and ass
when you came to me
i'm still trembling
remembering you
inside me
and the shake and the shudder
of the bed,
you overhead, hair black, head in my hands-
you came, a little gift, full of love and lust,
carrying that magic bag, the sacred thing
in those faded jeans
stripping to reveal its humble power
and it's thick attention commanding,
demanding that i give
and so i gave, and gave
and wouldn't have it any other way
and would gladly have you in the circumference
of these thighs,
back in that brief, brown paradise
some day