poem from yesterday

[twiggygrl]

Echo.

to be
lucid or lustrous
tangine and customed
a filament. firmament
adamant judgement.
the straggler, the swing set
the kingdom where we met
a sandbox of promises
bagels and loxes
holes in the toes of our 8-year-old soxes
measured and metered
tottered and teetered
we were the future
we were the threshold
and then were the hand-holding
lucid 13-year-olds
later you were the liar
and i was a snit
we all were in dancehalls
doing the twist
the tango, the mango
the mint, a martini.
then, the length of my skirt
was a little 'unseemly'.
So here's to the decadence
here's to the dancing
here's to our fluttered
time-stop romancing.
Now 15 years later
through handfuls of lusting
I'll give you my sugar
if only a dusting.
flotilla or pheromone,
straw or blackberry scone.
This, a post-coital morning
oh, honey just one thing...
you have or you don't.
you will or you won't.
the most secret handshake
a bed linen landscape
where there's only one thing
that I'd like to do
and baby, baby, baby,
It's you.