I kissed your back

I kissed your back 

I kissed your back 

as you lay naked on the sands 

of Canapitsit, at tea time, 

in early summer. 

The half dome of the moon, 

right side up in full day, 

whitely illuminated, 

by contrast, the blue sky around,

right over Gay Head, 

240,000 miles away. 

And you welcomed my soft kisses, 

in the warm sun, 

turning you on 

ever so slightly, 

and you moved just a little - 

because doing so felt so good. 

I wasn't sure as we lingered low 

on the strand, 

if I could see the highland, brown, 

long haired cows, 

on Nashawena, 

across the channel, 

but I thought I did see one. 

Your beautiful hair 

moved slightly in the breeze, 

as my kisses journeyed 

toward your bare neck, 

and you received these, 

nestling with the impulse, - 

and almost rolled sidewards, - 

but instead  lingered 

on your bare bosom, - 

for who might wander by, 

or come upon us, unexpectedly? ...  

And this is Cuttyhunk

in modernity.

As a lad and a lass, 

we might have adventured 

here now into oneness, 

together, heavenward, coitus, 

but we wanted to explore 

such over decades, 

as musicians, as singers, 

as contact improvisers, 

as bliss-babies, and as lovers -  

riffing together, bodymind-wise, 

Grateful Dead-esque, 

with unrolling jamming 

of love-making, - 

and so we dallied, without, 

there on the beach, 

my lips on your back. 

Yet we were alive with 

the receptivity of back kisses, 

and moving, you rolled over, 

for front kisses ... 

your nipples responding, 

gracenote and doubling-like, - 

little musical embellishments, 

bodymind-wise, - 

and our music unfolded ... 

going into ... 

... don't think I'll finish this poem. :)

How would you? :)

June 27, 2012