Your Hazelled Gaze

Why, hello
You're certainly no stranger
Fancy meeting you here
My fingers kneading the knots out of your calves
Yours on the back of my
Downward your hazelled gaze, but equal, of course
Locks tickle tease caress my face
Exhaling on my lips
Barely moving oftentimes
I am glad I am sitting down
because I have forgotten what I was supposed to do
forgotten everything and everyone but you
The entirety of world and womb is us
Barely moving oftentimes
But just as oftentimes
Shaking the Earth