I, knee deep, in daydreams
See, glossy crimson lips
Sticky, red candies
Already, licked; not yet eaten.
A, little post-it note attached reads:
“Save some for later.”
Laughter, tickles the underside of my belly
Giddy, muses over
Memory, playfully tussles under slats of dawn
And, the vanishing night’s shadows.
Salty, marine scents
Dampen, cloth-turned-to-ringlets between …
Hairy, and smooth.
Laying, opposites beside
Perfection, in being