Laying long and shaggy and easy like rug
beneath a naked belly and pressed
by the weight of a body against,
but with, your bare skinned back
and maybe it's hard to breath
and maybe it's hard to feel
anything besides desire
coming from the outside in,
like the three seconds between
leaving the shower and
feeling the steam heater
tongue the water droplets
around the dimples at the small of your back,
and in the press you are reduced
to a thing crushed cat like and vulvic
and the notes come pure and purring
like strings on a bass guitar
beneath fingertips close enough to
feel the pin pricks of vibrations
and just far enough to leave the notes
unmolested and only
if only
these headphones would hold me tighter.
