Love floats through us on cinnamon skimmers a waterbug with a tug boat for a heart, pulling 5 the world out of a pocket a very small pocket I had rubbed with love shut when you dressed. Naked as fishes 10 we swam in the bed, undressed in the dark with only our wishes on. You moved to me, me moved. 15 I could never get used to how your stitches stayed closed when everything else was up for grabs. Open, playable--- 20 a soccerball with a pouch. Our fingers touched like candles, our mouths met like fiery brine. On each, scarred side of the line, oceans 25 wiggled out of their skirts. We commingled our jiggles. Love, the waterskier, skated professionally between the furious greens, unable to punish 30 or furnish a victor. And, flame by flame, our fingers sent up the fires of desires brambled in our mermaid hair like a torch.
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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