she uses the wii fit tennis game
vigorously, [shapes the arms, shapes the arms]
the way she whips egg yolks into submission and i wish she would
whip me into submission, those arms.
the bulge of a muscle like the hint of sleek snake body
weaving in and out grass skin. [shapes the arms, keeps the heart rate
on it's toes]
she tells me;
her back tendons are like ladder stiles and i assume that there is some
sinuous connection between the two of them, keeping her together.
she climbs herself vigorously.
i promise i will make more beautiful words but right now i am filled with
gutter talk and need.