Three Shades of Brown

We are primal and libertine.

like bees see
glistening streamers leading to the sweet epicentre
of plain white Darwinian flowers,
we have been attracted down slopes of
bum cheeks
to the great chocolate of
a well washed ass
to rub moist fingertips and tongues
on that beautiful snowflake so hidden from view
and acceptance
no two exactly alike (but do you know that?)
to moan and breathe and let out sweet
giggle-jitters when arching her back
as another hand strokes or probes other sensitive and more
common locations in the night.

"Look at the moon!" said Kundera's Vincent
"It's beautiful," she said
"Like a big asshole in the sky," he said in Slowness

The sweet joy of exploring your lover
knowing not just the small brown mole under her eye
but also the characteristic texture of her left nipple
that can only be hers;
the shade of brown that is her labia
that compliments, but doesn't match completely
the shade of brown that is her nipple
that compliments, but doesn't match completely
the shade of brown that is her anus;
the chocolates of my lover's body;
three shades of brown that could only be put together
by the Van Gogh of creation,
the Gerald Pedros of design.

A Czec entomologist walks by the pool