Would be nice

It would be nice
To touch those hands
To press those fingers
To take them in my hands
To take them in my fingers
To kiss them
Feel the damp sweat
of her palms on my face

Would be nice
To put my arm around her shoulders,
hug her sideways
Laugh, double up, double down

Suddenly twist her t-shirt all the way round,
till she closed her eyes, in pretended agony
And release!
and see her blue veins recede beneath her skin
My lips bend forward,
Rushing after these blues
Gulping gobs of her
Making private friendship with her belly button
Cast unilateral agreements, and
Make five-year plans with her heart

Then after just a few hours
Go to her again
Asking for more budget
With a cap in my hand
And a heart in my mouth

Raj Karamchedu