A Little Bit of Trouble

I want to climb you like a
dangerous mountain — with pricks
and pylons, towers that climb and
lights on the top to warn away planes.

I am that high when I’m with you,
but I don’t want to be.
I want to be low —
waist level with you —

or a little lower, where I can lick
my lips
and yours
at the same time.

I want to make you sweat — I
want to watch it pour from your
body, only second to the
other places where oceans

flow:
pulse
after
pulse

And you fall to the floor,
exhausted from my lips
and tongue and the way I
fuck you like an animal.

I want to fuck you like we
are in love and in just a
little bit of trouble at the
same time. I’ll come quickly

for you, or I can take a million
years to arrive —
whatever you pleasure
is mine as well.

The mountains I climb for you
will be yours to conquer too —
and when I do, I’ll cover you
with kisses and come

To where you live — where you exist
in your heart-of-hearts. That place is
what I want, and I won’t
settle for second best.