Sweat 10/31/10

He got me
sweating him so much
wanna be a drop of sweat
forming on his brow
by his temple
be his temple
engage in mutual worship
let the ship sail
and leave us deserted
be desert
make him
my chocolate Sunday
every Sunday morning
be easy breezy free
to trickle down his back,
pool at the base of his spine
and just sit
collecting my thoughts
until I,
being me,
press my hand
on his lower back
in an embrace
and brace myself
for love.

Tanefa Wallace © 2010