Tad Richards

You don't want her to stop
but you don't know
how well you dreamed her
if she'll want
what you want her hands like

sea cucumbers
feather duster worms
sea urchins
you recall the soft brush of
sunken kelp beds

but that's not enough
summon her
to the surface turn her
till she's rounded
smooth as a decoy

it's when she
rises up over you
sets out the scarves
fastens each in turn
your wrists and

ankles to the bed posts
brings out the chocolate
syrup drips it
over you
you know you got it right