Thursday

1.

clean me

2.

also available in white  

3.

i wish my wife was as dirty as this
to be against things

yet full of yes. your places,
my map of skin and gravel,
the tenacities you build.

i move between them,
upon navigable paths
of arms,

your flyover. always
journeying into you and away,

nimble
as a smiling tide.