With Your Permission

thank you for letting me put
my hands on your body

my grip still fits your thigh
i have kept the pressure specific
to you

(this came naturally)

on your body again
I found the places I was forced
to give up

some of them laid in wait for me
but most had moved on in order to survive

                                              what we did

what
we       are
          


                                  doing.


for letting me wrap
my fingers around hips
that metronome
                      against me
                               on me-

                                                                    far.



                         and then your weight shifts




back to me,
                               tactfully
                            

           
   
                                                    and taste
                                                                     lessly.