I want to be a mess

Of tulle on your living room

Floor

You formal-wear disaster

A cloud of

Too much dress

Pushed up over soft thighs

Inviting rough hands and quizzical

Looks

And I’ll wrap you in my skirt

Fold you into myself

A tangle of legs and skirt and

Tongues

A crinoline fiasco of clenched hands and

Smudged lipstick

And ecstasy