Insinuate Broadly

So you think of me when you hear that song, 

Well, I see you in moon and stars, and

when cauliflower clouds conspire over distant mountains, and

when little grey birds make music in fallen leaves, and

when ancient stones peek from secret depths, so

think of me when she 

speaks of sky or earth, or

whispers secrets of you and she, or 

when her eyes meet yours, or

when her fingers brush your skin, or

when your squeals combine in harmonic rapture, and

when you kiss her tears, 

their salt is mine, and

when champagne bubbles tickle tongues, they are

our giggles in paradise ethers, so

see my smile when you please her, and
when your sweaty sauces merge, and

when you cannot catch your breath, and

when your heart pounds in your throat, 

feel me, and

when your mouth samples hers, 

taste mine, and

when you enter her, 

imagine my sweetness, and
when you hear crickets and coyotes and false dawn's rooster crow,

hear my voice, and

when you walk, 

feel my bare, graceful feet in your stride, and

when your hands work or play,

see my elegant, perfect fingers, and

when your tongue laps water or wine or cream, and

when your teeth nip apples or grapes or pears, and

when your lips meet cheese or almonds, or crunchy cabbage or anything, 

we feed upon each other, like

starving caterpillars destined for butterflight passion, so

when you speak or chew or swallow or kiss, or

you notice any mouth, 

my lips are on you, and

see my curves in the moon's, and

spot my body in every circle, from

hot sun to dotty bug, and

when the air sweeps your skin, 

it is my soft hair, and

when you bathe, 

it is the water of my passion, so
smell me in your bed, and 

when you retire, 

my hot thighs pillow your sleepy head, so

when you slumber, and I, 

haunted by you, 

lie sleepless, 

dream of me, and know 

I am the secret shade 

that heals your exhaustion after a morning ascent, and 

I am the pulse of every lazy afternoon love poem, and  

I hide in prickly cholla blossom and fuzzy nebula ring, and

I am delicate kisses on the nape of your neck in the breeze, so 

I am everything that touches you

everywhere and 

everything you touch, so

let us love on the sand, and

under trees, and

in the chapparel, and

in icy storm, and

in barren desert, so

you find me in every place and clime, and

let us make love 

from dawn to dusk, and

from sunset to sunrise, so

you remember 

me in every moment, and 
let us argue and rant and sob and fret, so

you recognize me in your angst, and  

when ecstasy swallows darkness, 

glimpse me in the shadow, and  

when we are torn apart by

proximity, 

hear me in the white space, and  
when everything fits, and

is beautiful, and

well, 

think of me. 

Insinuate broadly.

(c)