Gratification

 
Shaken by all that
unfolds in this world,
This morning in pillows
I twisted my beloved
Face down and in that secret place
I buried my whole heavy manhood.


Then I asked her,
"Do you like when the
diamond works in you?"
"I feel good then, my dear;
I look like a strawberry!"
came her answer.


I move through all this at a melancholy pace
when—hop!—the madness of a beautiful hitchhiker signals
me with light that my eyes are dark.
I brake for a moment. Down. You come toward me.
Gold skin in a pitch frame.
Mouth—red epilepsy on bare skin.
The breasts—drawn to compass points and full
of perfection—made for me.
At last! Turn over something alive in the grass!
I pull zippers, snap hooks, guide the muzzle
into the flesh that opens me completely
and syllables turn frigid.


When I rise, the day floats soft and empty of thought.
Pleasure flushes across her scarf.
- Did you really like it?
- The wild beauty! Farewell!
Whistle?? Speed climbing??
In the rear-view,
Death laughs at the edge of a sun-drenched road.