One doubled, we go out to eat,
Turkish
For two. Then:
Home again.
Still hungry, he eats me out.
Still starving, wish I’d stayed in.
My hollow cave
Groans, apple core brain coated by
Thin skin.
Fat chance. I
Face the fact.
His seeds simply won’t accept
The arid soil in me; just
Tumble and dry.
My cherry syrup smears his mouth,
I have,
Bare parched lips,
Bloody thighs
A white sculptured waist in mind,
A landscape, cut off sharp by
The knife inside
My cavern, my fertile grotto.
Tip tap.
Empty room,
Full silence.
Who is that inside there now?
Who would like to sneak a peek?
Someone knocking?
But no, the moon drops right out of
The sky.
Swelling tides,
Flat voices.
It’s aching where the knife is
It’s given like a prize,
It’s job well done!