#erinp

        show time

i am william show and tell

making the overture

curving to you embouchure playing pleasure on your kazoo 

raising your shirt like a curtain

staging a wonderful comeback

all undressed          and no place to go

long, summer-like days in the library     with my view of trees through the office window, across the floor and out the east window

the office lit by skylight and darken by wishing

and thoughts of sunscreen evening breezes slipping though a bedroom screen

a long slumber into mid-morning and sleeping off the third or fourth glass of black fly ipa

stopping my legs from sweating with a cotton sheet between them

looking out my office window with amused revelation

of how i just seduced you here and then to my bedroom if only in a poem

  oval i ranch

herding along the trail of delight

envisioning a lasso of the rascal of your stampeding hips

enjoying the heat and the snap of your smoldering bonfire

putting a brand on the night stand where i want to leave a mark

playing the reverse cowboy in a cavalcade of fun

and a rodeo of delight

     whirled 

i am sure you are queen of your world

and the vision that spins like a starry gaze

or cows grazing  on fermented dandelions

and to that notion

        tour     

living inside    the moment the thought of feeling

your texture

the warmth and the blush

and every heated

      springsome

one has to imagine adventure as warm and sensual

to appreciate the desire that bends through glass on a spring morning

      tan sines

musing about the cosine of your hips

as they roll in the surf

as they ride the waves and are measured in pi

with excitement wiggling like foam noodles in the hands of five year olds

and the pleasure tangent

dancing the formula of x and y

    lower your hips

lower your expectations into ruckus delight

lower your hips to what your expectations

might be

dip into a pool of desire and make waves with a stroke of passion

play the imp of improvising amusement

swim into the lap of what i could be

play a tune on your lute shaped superego