the
emotional Pantanal when praying to the Goddess as prey
do
you want to roast marshmallows I ask
probably
she says
she
burns things with her eyes
she
said, she never meant to at first
then
grew to love the razed smell of wild
in
the silhouettes of abandoning
the
structure of being kept
against
the mossed pines
outside
the windows of time
that
seasonal flooded plains and rivers are
each
easy payment of tomorrow
is
in the slow bleed of the lust we feel
and
need to feed on with today
do
you love big hipped women
who
are sexual aggressive
but
willing to submit
when
they want to find a vulnerable
that
is not an easy palace of surrender
she
asks me, jaguar purring
at
the edge of a pool
of
glowing caiman eyes
will
you drink more of me in right here
she
says, I would like to fuck you
in
the morning too
no
matter what color your eyes are
when
I am pretending to still be sleeping
just
waiting for you to climb courage
enough
for me to ride you
as
I dream and watch my whispers
turn
to moans with my hand slid
down
my torso spelling out heaven
in
their slow motions
wait
she says
I
want you to wade my anticipation of love
and
admit that sex is an in through
the
back door portal of how boomeranged
we
are letting go of those things
that
come back to the wet spot
staining
the clay banks
and clawed mangrove roots
with
the encroachment of concrete
and
early apples falling on our heads
with the high potency of a tamed sky
that
wants us burning the air first
to crisp our skin and crack our wills
waiting
through the leans
she
says
as
she prepares to bite
do
you like me
with
a smile
and
a pocket full of go for it
ready
to release bones
in
the folds of each limb
you
swim with
to
dry land
in
this rainy season
EJR
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