Delicious - Linda Perhacs

It’s the silk and the sound

And the cold creasing down

Of a lone blade of grass

Tracing and cooling down

A bare leg

It’s the soles of your feet

Finding touches to breathe

On the bare naked ground

Each step a puddle

So soft a sound

Like sandals in hand

Climbing a waterfall

Like sandals in hand

Climbing a waterfall

Oh, how delicious

Oh, how I want this now

It’s the slip into sleep

With the memories you hold

Burrowed and deep

Turned like pages

The break and release

It’s the first gust of drops

When it’s ripening to rain

And the flavor is warm

Scented like leather

Dusty and brown

Like hot desert wind

Teasing along your skin

Like hot desert wind

Teasing along your skin

Oh, how delicious

Oh, how I want this now

It’s the narrowing instant

When I look across at you

And I wish I could be

Emotion naked, simple and sure

It’s the murmur of growth

Whenever I’m with you

And I don’t want to hide

In simple elastic

Protecting skin

If only I could

Stand so before you

If only I would

Stand so before you

Oh, how delicious

Oh, how I want this now

Oh, how I want you now, now, now