I long for the day
where we get to play in the dirt
muddy hands spreading ground
all over each others faces,
the fluid nature of our bodies
practicing joy without it feeling
like work
(at last).
At last, I laugh
into your mouth,
gaping smile uncontrolled
head thrown back in mirth
and the taste of your breath
like soil.
Kiss me, kiss me,
bite me, eat me,
toss me to the floor
to swallow me whole,
childlike with wonder in the present
at last.