Wrestle.
Fight me darling,
potholes left where lips release
along the dividing line
between Cancer and Capri... ...the other one.
Don't think too hard,
tongue wrapping your belly button
into a gift basket
my nose nudges open.
Eyes glance up,
knees tucked over
my shoulders push back and
for heaven's sake relax.
Allow your hips to relax
while this hippo laps
all tongue at the river
eating like a boy
with a sugar tooth
and short of blood.
