we all deserve
soft open lips,
warm skin,
cool breath on the chest that
simmers
at the edges
like hot pie
baking under summer

piston hips,
punishing palms licking
sweetly
like stinging needles on
new records singing
vinyl nerves
straight,

grips of fat fleshy ass and
ocean back sides, and tongues
lapping fuck
water pooled in between hips and bellies like drunk
peaches, mouths
muscles groping with happy labor,

and eyes seeing
eyes
seeing these skins
smooth all rasping griefs
which wait like vultures
over death
on the other side of

nearly

arching

rain.