we float in one place, we like it here

i want to slide down your long hair and talk about music. then climb up and go again. your eyes a closed modesty, then wide open, looking up, as though for approval. for what, i never know.

we're a strange melody. i'm mostly minor chords, i don't know what you are. i think you play the triangle.

i want to taste pussy, then licorice. i want to scoop your breast in sleep. i want to cry at your beauty. i want my fingers interlaced around a cup of tea in winter, framing your trembling reflection.

years later you still want to suck me. we sleep like two logs in water. nature invented us, we need each other and we hardly know it. we float in one place, we like it here.