i will need more hair

to grab.

please.

and not just in my inbox -

in my bed.

between my thighs there is an ache

for the depth

of harbours and filigree.

the hot night of august

when you want to claw the skin

from your bones,

but instead it's inside

because winter almost,

and the ice floating

across the waves.

another year.

and you're shy.

i ate pasta for dinner, when i should have

done push ups or pilates

or yoga or whatever.

i am full and warm

and wet and soft.

but check you blood pressure again,

aura ring.

my vibrator is charged.

and my head uncovered.

but: routine.

yes. of course.

ⴲ.