At the window, in the mirror
I want you
Washtub horny
Wristing invisibly
On my spine, lust thrusting
A paper bag in three dimensions
I want you to pee
In the shallow end of my pool
Simmer me in the sauce pan
Of your cranky Othello
I want your three legged dancer
Your sangria epidermal
I want the fog horn mascara
And the meat massage
You promised me
When I was a cave diving
Canary loose inside you
Basting your stalactites
With my mustard
Punch me in my sourness
Fill me like a champion catheter
My groin is a taxidermist
In want of your road kill
Let us return to Django
Whallop this heart
Clean out of its fear
