Mussel

Head on my chest
I drifted through her talking
Wilt mid-caress
I swear, I felt four hours passing
She whispers under breath
Some inaudible thing

Fold the left lock over lock in the center
You were too polite to tell me to be gentler
Pulling on it tight, I was lost in the pleasure
A mussel in the tides of your weather

Afternoon
In the dunes with my honey
We fought the whole time
Our egos getting bloody
Snarling wild hair
Rounds my fingers
Pull, slow
Part, from our anger

Fold the left lock over lock in the center
You were too polite to tell me to be gentler
Pulling on it tight, I was lost in the pleasure
A mussel in the tides of your weather