Flesh
To be kissed? Waiter!
I like watching you
sliding into the banquette
with a red wine
a warm glass
still animate
only flesh is elevating it clasps
a prick can be key
how it brings along
exquisite its red life animal press
dark between bones
like the body’s answer
to the doozy of us
hurled forward
still talking all spent
& always dizzying near
with sour breath
time’s metric shhhh
