Would that we could we would
wouldn't you
Dance
A tango?
Slow-close ritualized steps
gliding, sliding, knowing all ways
which way to turn and bend and then
when to melt each into each
other's eyes.
Would that we could we would
wouldn't you
Laugh
At desire?
Cool silk rustling against not
so cool skin. Hot hands fumbling all ways
knowing and in knowing
just now discovering just now
following cherished familiar
pathways.
Would that we could we would
wouldn't you
Eat
Passion.
Orange-red
with soft full-luscious flesh
all those juices dripping
at every bite. It is quite
as delicious as
a mango.
Theresa Thompson