Belly down, Ive got you.
Play, poke finger into navel.
Trace the furrow.
Breathe bouquet, cigarettes and skin, sweat.
Kiss swatch, russet cross-hatch.
Absent minded stroke.
My open mouth descends:
tongue, a lash a whip a vow
glides from tip to base.
I linger on familiar flesh.
Know your terrain like the brook
I traversed growing up. Husband,
empty your banks. Swim to me now