long lovely strokes of brown and taupe
double dipped in coffee beans
and so goes your touch all over me.
Imagined, or real, extractions of truth
under cruel and unusual methods
love that stops before it breaks through lips
twice as tightly sealed as a fickle heart
that betrays me at every turn

the flood; i felt you coming
and my ark: you were too low.
how could such a thing occure
again and again....
...and again and again.
A skinless man eating bear
it attaches and you can'thold on or let go.
My throat delicate
I am no match
so while you bear down...i unfold
twist and shout all you want
i know you won't let me break free

so now, I am almost yours
what will you do for me?