The girls of my dreams glide
airstreamed; skin glowing
like metamorphic marble
being formed. Slick thighs
flip air aside; palm-smooth pudenda
curve boldly where other women
are cupped in shrouds of hair.

They mimic the naked world:
sand banks licked away
by desert rivers, the death of trees,
the sharp edge of hills
on the horizon. They dance
to tattoos on every skin
with no lashes lidding their eyes.