We should lie down,
stripped on the floor
of your father's study;
except for our little girl
panties, which we pull
aside at the crotches
with deliberate fingers,
our tongues at search in
slow circles of motion,
because
this is how we do it;
this is what he sees
when he closes his eyes
and plays at sleep, behind
us in his lazy-boy, while
we sit hip to hip, lip to ear
in front of laugh-in,
our arms about our waists
like the oldest of friends,
nipples like rocks beneath
twitching lids.
stripped on the floor
of your father's study;
except for our little girl
panties, which we pull
aside at the crotches
with deliberate fingers,
our tongues at search in
slow circles of motion,
because
this is how we do it;
this is what he sees
when he closes his eyes
and plays at sleep, behind
us in his lazy-boy, while
we sit hip to hip, lip to ear
in front of laugh-in,
our arms about our waists
like the oldest of friends,
nipples like rocks beneath
twitching lids.

