THE TASTE OF ENDLESS FRUIT

Oh sweet sugar

May I dance with you in silence

Without rhythm and sound

But with the lashing of skin and bone

In-between my generous thighs

With shoulders thrown

The acoustic sounds

Of muted drums

And the beating of hearts

To convene in breathless unison

Lost in the daydream of my spirited euphoria

Come slowly

With purpose and prose

And inarticulate vernacular

On rosy-fingered poetry

Slaughtered on satin sheets

As I bleed from the inside

In a naked room

Of unquiet adventure and merlot

He could taste the salt