As your breasts
make their glacial excursion
towards your hips,
and my balls begin to droop
like a Halloween bag
full of too much candy:
I will pause
(from time to time)
and remember years before:
when our two taut bodies
were so easily entertained
by such equally firm surfaces.
We explored them ruthlessly:
Like conquistadors,
looking for golden cities.
I will smile,
and consider these current days:
Terrain complex. Unpredictable.
A safari nowadays of the many
curves and folds,
may take months of planning.
And only god knows
how many hired natives
will be lost along the way.
from MULE & HORSE
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