One Week

On Sunday

I take you to the Metropolitan Museum of Art

We see van Gogh, Degas, and Turner

We get lost together in their masterpieces

Of strokes, dances and light

We surround ourselves in the art around us

To create our own

We explore each room while re-inventing ourselves

 

On Monday

After a candle-lit dinner

I take you to the Empire State Building

Right to the tippy-top

To view the world

Our New York City

That we conquered together

With shared secrets and passion

On the top in an embrace

We kiss to the stars above and the midnight lights below

 

On Tuesday

After the wine down your back

I cuddle you in my arms

As we shower together

Feeling silky wet

With suds pouring down

I wash the slippery inches of your body

From butt to thigh to breast to ear

 

On Wednesday

We skip work

To where the sun shines daily

And birds fly high

Where flowers bloom beneath

Central park is where we escape today

Frolic in the sun on the meadow

Being with you and exploring

Laying upon your lap, you in mine

Together we relax and wonder

 

On Thursday

The evening is ours

This night is full of sweetness

From the kisses on your lips to your navel

I lick the honey from your mouth and stomach

To strawberries of today

Following your precious eyes

I take the strawberry to every corner of your body

And nibble nibble tonight

 

On Friday

The warm day brought us to a gathering tight close

With ice in my hand

I glide down your body through your soul

Upon your every pore

From foot upwards on your leg and inner thigh

Above your pubic mound to your strong navel

Upward glance

Upon your breasts and now stiff nipples

Until the ice reaches your neck

The coldness giving you goosebumps all over

To your lips

Ice and now I kiss

And run my fingers through your hair

And down your back

 

On Saturday

Quiet with the actions

Too many to exist in our time

Ran around here and there

Shared an ice tea on the avenue

Remembering last night and the night before

Everlasting

I let the water fill up the tub

For you

I sprinkle flowers on the water’s edge and surface

Roses, daisies, tulips, sunflowers, carnations, daffodils, irises, lilies

And leaves of green

Cover your warm bath water

And now you can beautify the world

And take a hot bath in flowers

While I wash your back and your hair

And burn candles on the porcelain surroundings

Tonight

 

 

 

© 1999 David Greg Harth

99.04.10.03:27:38 @ 296 NYC

99.04.13.01:32:33 @ 296 NYC

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