Danny Earl Simmons currently resides in Lebanon, Oregon. His poems have appeared in a variety of journals such as The Pedestal Magazine, The Main Street Rag, Chiron Review, IthacaLit, and San Pedro River Review. He is the author of a poetry chapbook entitled “The Allness of Everything” (Maverick Duck Press).
I should have brought a bottle
of something Canadian and amber
for you to sip neatly as my hands
spent time getting to know you better.
I should have soothed fragrant oil
from the tropics deeply into your skin
and then lingered upon your softest center,
let my tongue taste your anticipation,
listened for the panting of your lust
and whispered for you to ask me please.
But we were both so ready.
we lie together back to front (yours to mine) your head rests on my right arm outstretched as an innuendo my left arm curls around you and the hand of it enjoys the softness of your breasts/the firming of their nipples to the graze of my wedding ring you sneak cold toes between my calves where I warm them for you my lips tuck tightly within the warmth of your neck something happens inside my chest a sweet seep clear as honey tea/light as light pure as the way you turn kiss me/feel me feel the graze of your ring