next time…..

by doreen peri

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-09-02 17:48:00

next time,
he says,
in the naked morning
breakfast on your lap
a room with scents
of musk

and you,
my sturdy tree
of veracity
from root
to limbs
wrapped ’round
my very
essence
and me
climbing barefoot
up and down

your shirt thrown
on a cool tile floor
inside out
like my heart,
the pulse of me
echoing off your chest

and perhaps you win
since i chased you
’round the playground
and you caught me

next time,
slow down
we can start earlier
stay later
maybe have time
for coffee

and oh how i love
the sweet cream
of you


(c)dp2001arr