Two Travelers
for J.C.S.

look at her, lick at her
when I see her
cat lick, cat-like, cats lick butter,
what’s smooth

way her body curves
way her body moves

places I’ll like to lick, to plant kisses
but out of this world, out of the question
only in words, maybe in sleep

difficult to go back down
a road once traveled, stops passed

stopped and shopped
while in business
but the store’s closed now
unable to go back
even to exchange
what was ripped, what didn’t fit


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
1:21 p.m. 19/09/07