Except for Tuesdays

When I am with you 4
24
hours 4
1440
minutes 4
86,400
seconds
the collection of moments
earthly days
circling the SUN days
Except 4
TŪESDAYS

when we are amplified as a vibrations and light
momentary blissssss
wrapping
AROUND
and around
spiraling
UPWARD
in wissssps
like threads of
cotton candy
pink––sticky––sweet nessssstled
in the groove that was meant to hold
YOU
and ME
inside of
YOU and ME
in the collection of moments we call
earthly days
circling the SUN days
Except 4
TŪESDAYS

when we are warmed through
beads of sweat
collecting in cavities
pools that
REFLECT
the myriad of ways we
FIT
like a lock and key
you and me
speaking in cyphers that cannot be decoded
by
anyone else
by
people who cannot see the lack of distance
between
Pō and Ao
between
YOU and ME
between
X and Y
between
space and time
between
whatʻs yours IS MINE…

between
bridging
belonging
beside
beneath
burning
breaking
breathing
bending
binding
bonding
between and across
LIFETIMES
IN-finity
IN-flection
IN-visible to the naked
I. LOVE. YOU.

In those moments that we circle the SUN days
but cooked to perfection on TŪESDAYS
where hot, crispy
outside SKIN
like salmon
CRACKS
as you bite down
rock salt
melting inside WARM FAT
oozing out the corners of
your mouth
my mouth
mixed with the
pink––sticky––sweet nessssstled
in the groove that seems to fit
every piece of YOU
perfectly inside
every piece of ME
and only WE
seem to be able to blow a bubble of
erotic goodness
around us
that lingers like peanut butter and chocolate
on a
HOT day
inside
your TONGUE
LIPS
my THIGHS
HIPS
Rise and fall
OVER
UNDER
and THROUGH
like a needle pulling thread
stringing together
the collection of moments
as we spin through space
circling the SUN days
the
86,400 seconds
within the
1440 minutes
that make up the
24 hours
the
collection of moments
earthly days
Except 4
TŪESDAYS
when
I. Am. With. You.