khaki coping mechanisms
black undone ponytail like midnight ripcurl (new moon) i’m swimming again bellyring debutante putting these practiced poses to good use and these teeth to even better, skin sudoku a three here and a 6 there leaving evidence of a game complete on your neck (“it’s going to be a turtleneck day tomorrow”) and your smell on my shirt as i leave to soak it in smoke and awkward conversation, sweat snowangel outlines on new carpet and i’m breathing-in-through-the-nose-out-through-the-nose on accident but my mouth is busy and flooding five fresh senses with new things, that’s the feeling i live for, the 1st is always different: i leave my expectations on the couch and elicit a response, one hand on your back to find the moment when it arches suddenly, it’s impossible to control and a beautiful a-ha! moment yes there, then the eyes go sideways or closed, then the spirit has gone to dance with god and the buddhas and i’m left to entertain the bodyshell until it floats back softly like summer snowflake and melts back into place, i have to go now. predictable at worst and perfect at best