And while the seasons
extend into
each other we extend
into another, forming
bridges of sweat, arms and
legs, lip smacking and
sucking kaleidoscope into
your skin and mine tainting
sections of purity with my defects
and your insecurities, purging
each others sciences as foreign
waste matter, solid blues and golds.

Your eyes clear pain
in my presence. You’re salty
mi amor. You’re salty
and fine and soft. Hips
curving and embracing
my mind as thighs of strength
wrap around my brain squeezing
candid thoughts, dirty
licks and love notes in
poetry from my godless mouth.

I worship you and pray to my saints
thanking them
for the opportunity of our courtship.