Tactile

my skin is silk,

supple, slubby in the right

places, pink as a promise,

holding me together,

sun bronzing me into

goddess status not statue

nor statute. Liquid in love

and light, reflecting:

razzle-dazzle shimmering shimmy,

shameless hipquakes, interior walls

trembling into the foundation

of passion, molten lovecrumbs

smearing the sheets, faces

bodies glowing, anointed

into limbless limpid lucidity,

luxurious luster of love.