Idaho

 Idaho
by Joshua McDermott

was  thinking about me biting
your thighs today, in a sun lit
room, undressing in the closet.
and how your body, if there
was ever any body, is the body
for my body, and your dark
eyed smile, animated summer,
let me sleep on your stomach,
green grass morning, let me sleep on
your stomach some, and then
we can drive past the mountains.