Like drops of rain smacked smack smacking

tiny craters into the soft dirt,

the sky pounding the earth,

or of salt-licked rocks by an old sea

eating wave after wave of white-crested tides,

ebb and flow or push and pull,

I want to get my hands on you

and hear every noise you know how to make.

Paint me in the shade of your lipstick

and find out how each inch of my body feels

against each inch of yours.

This world was made to be a breeding ground,

for every living creature that knows how to love–

baptize me or drown me but do it passionately

after teasing me with the tickle of your fingertips

so that I can feel all that ancient blood rushing up

in delirious crescending heaving,

push

pull

ebb

flow

ground below, sky above,

top

bottom

side-to-side and sound and taste of you

and merlot breath of sultry air

against my chest or against yours,

I’ll take you any way you choose.