Playing off your intent,
writhing as you plunder
within the dank dampness,
the wanton wave
spray painting effigies like Pollack
pole axed in delight my pelvis rises…
With hands full of Adonis’s moons
parting the skin of your throat with pearly teeth,
clawing back, ripping wide the broad side
the effigy of a biblical God.
Breath warms the conical rises
fingers wind in the curls at the nape of neck,
the hollow of your throat, a salt lick
capping the wave brings froth
to the fecund cave of desire.
*Dedicated to Chris A. for the inspiration given by his
recent verse served as my muse.