Christmas

You find me in bed
into your arms
I feel the velvet ropes that tie me to my mast
and I hear
I hear the syren's song
let me encircle your thigh, your shin
tighter
don't let me go
skin on skin
hull to water
eels with mysterious mating rituals
are you even real or just scent and temperature
your manliness - sculptural
yet inviting, soft enough to mold into
biceps brachii, extensor, flexor, radius
I want to inventory the muscles in your arm