whisper me under your breath

Next I was called mistress.

And I envision maude, playpens, and rude joy.

Rumours of lawbreaking lovemaking, ecstatic and

True.

how boring

sitting across from a direct woman,

who was displaying appropriate shock

and sympathy,  the conversation was vibrant,

helpful.  flowing.  she asked piercing questions

and being open and appreciative,

i was free, and she’d seen it all,

so honestly i replied, to her suggestion,

“must i be a wife?”

and she threw her head back, and

our hour was suddenly up.

we were gods

now old and now forever know

this time was our creation

violent, want.  and

painting with tongues, seeing with skin,

defying definition.  now

reimagine reimagine,  this our repetition,

misted sharp.  and

pray come belly touch, come heat, come sate.

this plea too our creation

unkind need.