delicious revelry

she was thinking
but not about poetry
her eyes glazed
lips curled
into a sweet smile
mmm...
hunger
desire
longing
what could satisfy
her hot cravings?
mmm..
an enormous
pink prominence
tipped
with thick white cream...
she knew she had
to have it
now
when it came
frothy liquid
ran down
its smooth hard sides
mmm...
delicious

and if you didn't
want strawberry
they also came
in chocolate
and vanilla

reality a formality...

now that
you took a right
turning south
I a left
north
as a weeping sky forced
our rapid goodbye

not wanting to part
at that moment
I pulled you around
magnetized
like the needle
on a compass

soon
your headlights
were there behind me
followed me
all the way home

in my driveway
pounding rain
suddenly seemed
less impediment
than lubricant
moistening
our thirsty lips

I steadied
my shivering hands
pressed key
into lock
let you in
my front door

once in
in the dark
we found
each other
again

completely

Metafarcical

At our first kiss,
Love miraged
within the dessert
of my inner landscape.

I teased you
with jasmine,
bad language,
and a winter bed.

You tempted me
with unclosing eyes,
strange food,
and legs like young rubber bands.

Together we crossed
the Valley of Indecision,
swam in the River of Passion,
exhausted;
threw ourselves
on fertile banks
of Imagination,
before we could be swept out
to the Sea of Despair.

Our love was like the last cycle
on a Merry-go-round,
no matter how hard
we spurred those horses
they left us where they would,
high or low,
laughing at us,
as we reached
for another brass ring.

Skirmish

you loop a blood-red silken cord
around my wrists
who do I become
priestess
princess
merchant's wife

kidnapped

you tie this cord
to your brass bed's headboard
who am I now
prisoner
slave
concubine

conquered

I laugh
struggle to scratch
my itchy nose
you **** me hard
bite the shoulder
of shewolf
lioness
Arabian mare

subdued

always

how can i not write
you a poem every day

my eyes open only
to see you

my lips
for your kisses

my voice for your ears
my ears for your voice

my arms to hold
my hands to touch

my self is yours alone
i am the poem you write

I remember

the first time
the last time
the promises
the lies

every first time
every last time
every promise
every lie

I confuse

days/nights
dreams/reality
hunger/satiety
lovemaking/fighting
pleasure/pain

I forget

the deaths
the little deaths
all the little deaths
the sorrow of all the little deaths
the sorrow of all the little deaths of love