Latch

I can't explain how soft those canyons held;

It's not like any in good nature's box.

I sink and interlock; our smiles meld.

They are a liquid solid 'tween her locks.

I lose my form, forgetting what was there;

I choose her warming change to make me rise.

I take the sketchers all along the hair,

And trace the shore until her sun's reprise.

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But we then slip from earth as wand'ring soul

And see that sips of girth, the starved implores.

I dive and then devour naked sol;

She writhes and then a wrinkle opens doors.

I slip into the wonderland and drink;

The door doth chuckle aft' the key doth shrink.