A Decent Wetness, like Water

for the Boat-Girl

Air, Earth, Fire and Water

I cannot live away from Water.

My breasts float better in Water.

In Air they swing joyfully free,

refreshed cool air contracts my nipples.

But, Air remains insubstantial, blown

too fast, or tepid like a flaccid lover.

I prefer Earth, a solid firm place

to support my fanny, to place my feet firmly

when the boy on top pounds

and pounds and pounds. Oh! Even better,

cushioned with moss or cedar boughs,

when the girl kneels over my face

when I lick her folds, as she bounces

and comes, comes, comes!

Through all seasons essential, Fire,

for cooking and warmth, with or without

boy-friends or girl-friends, beautiful to watch.

I see flames. I see embers.

I see dead cold ashes.

As lovers come and come,

and go and go. Restless as Fire.

Of all the Primal Elements

I desire Water. I return to Water

again and again, always satisfied.

Its wetness much like my own,

a decent, reliable wetness:

rain, lakes, rivers and oceans,

with no extraneous demands,

an honest, intimate wetness:

steam, waterfalls, hot springs,

moist kisses and tears, even snow

I welcome with joy as quick

as crackling ice in my Mojito!

I am closest to you,

more ready than ever,

when I am in Water.

From Literary Broadsheet Vol. 1 No. 1

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