the juices

 i may fall upon

your dimples

and your eyes and

your lips

i may dream of them

all night

and feel how warm your

lips against mine

your tongue inside mine

but it will only be for

a while

i can be a fool but only

for a while

i may claim that here i

am 

loving you 

some parts of  you

lips, dimples, eyes,

tongue

but for how long?

i know how often i change

the way the seasons

follow the cycle of spring and 

autumn

the way snakes molt their

skins

and lizards and 

the way dogs operate on

heats

i know myself

how i change every moment

if i tell the truth

i may scare you so here i am

lurking, and curling, pressing myself

against a soft pillow

like the way i press

my orange against a metal

to drink the sweet juices

of my own labor.