Once Inside You

missing your pressence around my body;

the dark and the everlasting light.

11pm walks through the city

chasing the curves of sunset clouds

and moonbeam peaking, 

like your ruffled blouse.

the ends of your alleys make me sore,

feet caressing every needle, every marble stone,

and all those faces

meshing eyes,

pattern my trotting absurdities.

a smoke in the cleansing rain

until i am washed into rescue,

uncertain how the words will penetrate;

travel the sound

of swishing lips and damp tongues

pulling and curling

on time.

always on time. 

a tempo worth beating into your stalks;

your finessed legs pressing,

shoving me along deeper,

to feel all of you,

undressed in the mirror

chanting, posing, holding in rapture. 

bring me up once again,

so i may never forget

the taunting hum

snapping back like rubber

on your pleasant derriere. 

jessica m wilson cardenas