I like watching you—
Wash dishes after dinner
And how you bend each knee
Shifting hips in
Rhythm to what’s playing
On the radio.
I know you sense my eyes
Near and you accentuate
Each emphatic flex,
So I sit and appreciate
The grind and roll
Beneath the knee-high skirt,
Starched just so
Rustling of your apron, like
Branches brushing against
A barky bough scraping
Leafs swiftly in a
Mid-July breeze.
Now my crooked smile traps
Intuiting wild ooze
Cupped within the nest
As heat scent releases,
Clings to hair in a
Sponge-drench of lover’s dew,
The taste of you
©2011 j.a.o.a.
