porcupine
from man to woman come for lover
seeking flesh's own truth
from one who knows her
cares
this is a touching subject
fraught with eros
dangers must be known
accepted
dared
we know it is no simple for all ills
no heaven
yet a time we make apart from hell
a note surreal
which sounding freights the air
heals
tell me what you like
do you imagine? candlelight
do you want a man
like fingers deep inside
or what? spots of skin you secret
delight
if these my hands were yours
if this our night were not
but fever moon an itch
how do you scratch?
where? what pitch?
assume that these my hands are yours
whisper movements just as sure
as you of what you dream my hands
to be when they are yours
tonight
porcupine