Finding Knees

Finding Knees

 

Beauty and kindness an intoxicating ring, helpless to do anything

leaning in to hear the song of the muse with my hands upon my knees

 

Your flesh on fire, throwing clothes, dancing naked

with desire, my mouth against your belly on my knees

 

After all the heat was spent, we laughed with pancakes

on our breath, with vixen stare you moved hand across my knees

 

Sweat across her legs and breasts dissipates while my head

rests on pillows, the stone around my heart crumbles to my knees

 

Love was nothing more than waking up with you in my arms

in meditative prayer of wanting more of that, on my knees

 

Zack Hoffman

from “Late Model”