simplicity
Kelly McHone
You
know what I wish?
I wish you'd pick me up at my front door
lean in close, taste my smile
take me out
in your 2-door old classic jaloppy to the middle of
nowhere
and all we hear is w n d
i
in trees
and all we taste is the simplicity of that
moment
and all we smell is autumn grass
and
a
tease
of
rain
coming
I want to bathe in your snow's sweat
tumble on leather seats
giggle over bumpednoses and cramping toes
command you and relent
I want you
to lean back
against the silk
of my thighs
and
beg me
to read you
something brilliant
of mine
and you would give me opinions
with no cover-ups
we'd make fun of each other
and then I'd write a poem
of yours
with my tongue t
r
a
c
i
n
g
each word from my memory
along the twists and veins and flesh of your neck
and we'd never say
so much
but later, when you dropped me off at my front door
you'd tell me how I "taste like the sky because I look like the rain:
and I'd laugh
tell you to stop bullshitting,
but pull youcloser
because that's how I like it
when I think it's love
and you say it's
More than passion
but nothing less than perfection
between two flawed humans with so much to offer
and nothing but minds and hearts to lose
Kelly McHone ©2002
