#marthat

         all

all i won der about

is more than i deserve

it is the sweetness of desire that comes as i walk past the lilacs

it is the cool breeze of moist air that comes through the screen

it is the texture under my fingertip

when all i want to do is kiss your thighs

it’s reggae music bouncing memories of jumping off the cliff at ricks café in jamaica

it is neatly folding all the laughter of children up in a napkin

it is traveling miles and more miles and not forgetting the barely awake waiter taking your order

of knowing there are millions of yellow fish by the coral

the world is bigger than me and we should share it

together

all the way to more than i deserve

         romance of the fence

 sensual intrigue floating overhead like the x of a helicopter hickey 

post holes and postal communiqués that arrive within the slender design of dancing seals that possess all the kisses

romancing the slats of the white picket fence that divides intimate territory

finding that what separates us is a thin, warm line of flesh  against flesh

against mental zoning of imagination and

desire