of fluffing skirt, of watermelon, of tweezer, cherry, and of crow,
the raging damage of sunblock on the days we hardly know
of waterfilter, of posh foie gras, of scissor, apple and The FIX,
the mild bothers of a chipmunk on a sunny stone out there turning trix
of sparkling gem, of dead bloodhound, as sleezy cherry smokes a bone
the wild rush of bike heat, then you call my bluff, so I crank one out alone.
of fluffing hard, of moaning loud, of waxing cheery swell of lip
the raging raucous grunting with a strong hand on your hip
of water sports, of porsche’s pass, of razor, sharp and quick
the flying push, the chipmunk squeal, the skin all hot and slick
Oh come to me, my pretty one, eat, then let us drink some more
be the poem, the novel one, the angel, saint and whore