Lap Layers Reprise

Lap Layers Reprise


Stroke me
dip your fingers in my hair
as I rest in your lap.


Charge me
with the smoulder touch
and static smooth of digits five.


Let electric motion
spark up my spine
and recharge my tired torso too.


We lay here wanting
heavy heads on flesh pillows
dancing tips of rain stick prints.


Rest me
let it pour from me
and wash it from my hair.


Oil it and slick it to me
part it and divine it a course
as it falls it drapes and covers.


Red sea
blood bathe
and follicle fellatio.


Let us reprise
lap layers
we are wanton to your hands.


We will dress and anoint
leave our heads bare
and bare our humility.


Samson among us
leave us our dignity
and spare us our locks.


Let us hide ourselves
locked in our locks
and concealed in curls.


Teach us how to love our faces
to open drapes
and reveal visage.


We can
we just are weak at times
and need a moments peace.


Grant us gatekeeper
as we look up to you from rest
weary eyes and steeled up chests.


You are our masters
our keepers
our base station at the mountain.


You are the supporters
and the creators of great men
the laps of the great lap layers.


Let them reprise before war
they are off to battle 
and won't be soon to return.


But they come back 
baring fruits
to lay in laps reprised.


-Matthew Koutzun