Platonic Sex

I was naked when I was touched by grace

she could have been joy or bliss, she could have touched my hair or shoulder or anyone else or any other place

but her hand had boldly drifted where no hand had gone before

she was so many secrets but just one riddle

from where I was rapturing I could only see the tip of her needle and thread

 

unlace me,  she said.

 

When I speak of broken wet dreams

I picture perfect plans that sink faster than a blue catfish can blink

Well I’m not a sailor and you’re a sailor’s wife

I’m a lover of land that you keep in the dark as to the true meaning of marine life

So dry your tears, pretty stranger, and let’s go get our feet wet

While some like it hot: you toss’em and you turn’em and they’re still face down

up from the bottom

whatever happens in sodom stays in sodom

 

I’m native to a land that’s cold and brutal

For hunger there’s soup and no one asks where you got them noodles

I’ve never seen such abundance before we go let me drink you in first.

I wish I could spend the night but it’s all I have left

and once it’s gone I’ll be as broke as the bone that wished me dead

one year ago to the day in this very warm bed

 

but I must let my fears accrue

And quickly put some distance between my lust and you

As soon as I splash some iodine where you bit me

My hand on the wheel I can see where your teeth sank in.

I’m going to be sick to my stomach soon

it couldn’t be that I miss you it must be my auto-immune