Skin To Skin
If I could banish all this need to pee,
I’d stay wrapped round you skin to skin,
from the ripeness of our mouths,
to the willing knobs of uncostumed knee.
All day we’d float in various curls of hair,
weave mazurkas between hands and eyes,
sighs in the safeties of cloud and rain,
for others we’d yet have an hour to spare.