cool water and giving earth

i want
to rise like steam upon your skin
course around the equator of pleasure
measured in inches you casually call your waist
i want you
to taste slow-simmered ambrosia and creme de menthe
on your lips whenever thoughts of me
make it hard to concentrate
i want us
to glisten like grass after sudden showers
and settle in each other’s soul for hours
like cool water and giving earth.