Fun City

I want you to make out with my mind.
Put it in your mouth and roll it around
from your cheeks to your gums,
let your tongue twist around my mind
in such a way that it touches
on parts of it that conjure up
sensations of grassy fields from long ago,
pine trees against a brilliant blue sky,
swimming in lake water so cold
I can only gasp and laugh, green apples
falling from buckets, melons oozing
sweet juice from their navels. I want
my mind to be swirled, lapped, totally
lifted and dropped until I'm spent
enough to sleep only with these memories
of you.