A shuffle down,
around the toes in spirals
Brass dreams of libido
(sunshine in Israel)
The smell of dye.
Breast goosebumps and
winking.
Pearl kisses, wet and salty
with pillows, batik,
dimmer switches,
poured hot beach spread,
Papaya for her
Raspberries to stain the fingers,
moonlight blanched into her face.
Hair. Hair.
Jawbones.
Our hearts woven tighter
than our hands.
Braided beads of Rain.
Portrait.
Mothers.
The time tested faith of poets has lost
more words than meanings;
when the vines encompass us all,
only feeling really matters.