three shoes in the doorway, five socks on the steps 12/27/00 the puddle of clothes would blush at such mixing and tanglements as they are found now but to start were draped on three and the kiss in the doorway near the stairs became more than a kiss and the door open a little for the neighbors to stare a partially multicolored beast half clothed or less as it defies gravity and encourages levity as it kisses and crawls upward unbound by a definition but full of precision in this moment stretching and rubbing and playing on old lines and banter the grasp of handholds random and momentarily important and then adrift again in sea of bed and waves of skin laughing while waiting for the seventh wave always the seventh wave on two breasts fawn two sets of lips tracing curve and peaks and both love nips lips ride the rail of collar bone as shivers shake the trace of tips toward the curve of neck and that which draws them on a lobe and curl of hair over ear and a nibble of lips and eyelid fresher than clover and dearer by far two hands or maybe three it could be six but nobody knows how to count right now explore the map of the back the line of the thigh one finds that spot that is so ticklish it hurts and then the other and then the other is the composer upon the keyboard line of the spine in fully curled whorls there are two fingers from two hands from two people tracing patterns tapping out morse code in sticky tendrils searching to find not worried about getting there soon
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songbird (c) 12/27/00