1.
I am not good at
talking about sex, yet I
want to tell you that…
2.
I can fuck like a
bunny. But ask me to talk
about it — I freeze.
3.
Last night, I told you…
on the phone, told you — my skin
ached for you, last night.
4.
Close your eyes. Close them
and taste me, salt that lingers
on dry lips and tongue.
5.
Can you smell me? There,
so far, in a room dust-dry,
salt waves are rising.
6.
He said, wear green. You
look like a tree in springtime.
I said, climb me, boy…
7.
He said, I love you.
I said, I couldn’t care less.
But neither was true.
8.
Isn’t it a shame?
Poet’s broken heart does not
guarantee good poems.
9.
Tasty food, good friends.
Rent is paid; my book is done,
but you are not here.
10.
You touch her, thinking
of how I would bite my lip
until it bled, for you.
11.
I would take her in
our bed, smooth thighs and belly
if it brought you back.
12.
I lay between you,
her soft breasts against my back,
my tears on your chest.
13.
Her body comforts.
Slick thighs between my own, and
a handful of breast.
14.
A handful of breast
smaller than mine. After love
we watch walls, silent.
15.
You, I, she — so tense.
Triangles are stable forms;
why is this so hard?
*****
6/14/1998