saay,

look at her walk in

she crosses the floor like

she’s drifting down a spring fed river

her hips lap the shore

as she spills her way into my lap

 

walks in with a sashay

unconscious sexy

d

r

i

bb

l

e

s

down her thighs

no heels to burden

her bare feet

her toes fall

one-at-a-time-on

the rug

 

she says “hey,

walk my way”

and there’s something b u b b l i n g in her eyes

pours hands like honey

down my spine

 

say there’s something sexy

in the way she moves

her fingers

without knowing

where   each

tip

will

land

mapping new trails

marking every spot that

quivers

inside

 

there’s gold there

 

she’s patient enough

to wait

for low

tide