like this, i came to stand on the endpoints of sun.
when Springtime breaks yawn, midnight dies,
the lightness, the brimming bright edges of our bodies
sing their quickening song. we are making sperm,
eggs, unfolding labia, licking our sex, erupting
in sexual euphoria during the noon tangle of old sheets.
there are children behind the door giggling
your penis stands a tree trunk between my lips
my nipples are knots on the old wooden fence
in our overgrown backyard. i will not let him mow
it the lean green lines of grass, flustered and clinging
to one another, glorious in their number and depth.
ladybugs climb the backs of ladybugs and the ink
black dots wink like eyes. a lizard stands four feet
high on the back of a lizard, two cats scream in the shed.
a bright eyed bird lands on the sill and swallows
flash through the shadows of trees. i am lazy in semen,
flushed with a touch of red wine and the deft touch
of man, his blue collar fingers i so gratefully hold,
having no theories or research in his kind of living
but the much more difficult art of actually existing
just right where you happen to be.