Coy slicks her. Both hands
cup her sacred as water,
reed over her,
rolling through warm currents
in the burn of fluorescents
in the still of morning
her eyes reach out, she slips hot
breath over her lover’s tongue
curls a fan of hand behind a kiss
scaled neck. Sky falls through the window,
on the nightstand, dress lashes,
flutter brilliant orange.
First published in Red River Review, 2011.