This is what I love.
In the middle of the night
both asleep.
I’ll put my hand on her ass cheek.
I’ll spread her open, just barely.
Maybe the slightest opening.
If she raises up
that is the green light
the open door
the yes please.
i kiss all the way down her spine
i pull down her pajama bottoms
her ass still in the air,
waiting, longing.
i bury my tongue as far inside
as it will go.
i remember the first time
i buried my face in the
moist fall leaves after an
early November rake
i remember the first time
i swept into my hands
into my face
the mushrooms on the forest floor
the musty, murky delight.
I swear i hear her say:
this is my body
take. eat.