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SUNSHINE
Thoughts of you creep into me
as I wish to be allowed
to swim within two eyes
that remind me of that
lake I saw in Vermont in 1995.
You came to me from out of nowhere,
walked into my life and made me think
"daaaaaaaaaammmn, that girl is fine."
When I gauged you against when you said you were hot enough
to be a stripper
--you were right--
You sat across the table
and nibbled on french fries
as I drank coffee
and we enjoyed a conversational fluidity,
a luxury not afforded to most people.
I tried to keep focused at eye level
but how can you stand before a painting
and only stare at one corner?
I stared at your low-cut shirt
and wanted to climb inside you to see
what exactly was book ended by your breasts.
I got the impression you were checking me out
too,
though I doubt your thoughts drifted
into pictures of me
in black thigh-highs and a corset at times.
I wanted to parallel the conversation
and move naked with you in the fluidity of
a ballroom dance.
I wanted to move against you with the contorted aggression
of a fight or a wrestling match,
and taste your resulting sweat.
I wanted you to show your world to me
and intoxicate me and trap me inside within you.
We drank Yuengling til we giggled like fools
til you fell off the sofa while trying to sit down.
We made love and my face and legs went numb
and I remember the intense smell of
sex and your hair
as you laid your head on my chest.
We made love as I held you up against the wall.
I wanted to be Atlas
bearing the weight of your world
finding a sweet, shuddering explosion
under its weight
as we stared in each others eyes
while we rendered each other unable to stand.
I think of how I wanted to make love to you
to Dave Matthews, or Otis Redding, or Chris Isaak;
I think of how I wanted to touch you
with the softness of
a thousand pink sunsets at the Jersey shore;
and how I want to touch you
with the poetic passion roughness of
a hurricane.
I think of Rodin's "The Kiss"
and how I want to twist with you
til our bodies are a flesh Picasso
under dimmed lights.
- Bruce Kramer