Laying it on thick

 

Sunday, August 31, 2014

 

I smear it on with both hands

Just for the excuse to lick it off

To feel the hard and soft of it,

To linger near the top

And delve into the bottom

To know it all with the best part of me

To taste what I touch,

To feel each inch of landscape

By having moved over it,

And I move slowly

As not to miss anything

Each flaw a treasure,

Each ripple a luxurious side trip

To fit with the tip or lip

As I move on,

There is always too much to

Take in all at once

Too many tiny places

To slip in and out of,

Too little time
to know as much as I should,

And like a road-weary tourist

I vow to explore this or that

On my next trip

Aching for the chance at

At least one more encounter,

Hoping beyond hope

That I have done enough

To deserve another lick

Smearing it all on so thick

I can’t possibly miss on

My next try.