Champagne Glass

pink goblets glisten
champagne damp kissing
deep pipes slip in

twisting crimson blushing brides
swollen shifting tides
blue sighs

high rise capstone
twin torrid moans
softens impaling trombone

milk cream weeps
sweet flowers sleep.


Through Fleshly Relations

What has slithered up my insides
and is now resting in pieces?
The unknown’s tiny particles are
dispersed when
micturated. White, cotton balls of
Oh, pitiful, vulnerable, beautiful

Cause of the carnal side to
devour me –
inside out; lunching on the
gifts a woman is admired

It is as if the
curvaceous tissue clutches the
wanton plague; as if it desires
a rest from matronly duties.