Poetry
not the sex you have come to expect
by R. Baker
She said
Your heartbeat
Is my metronome
Your fingers taper
Like bows
Your lungs are filled
With wood wind
And when you wheeze
You sound like
A symphony

She said
Your bones are sexy
I want to play your spine
Like a Xylophone
And bang out lust rhythms
On your clavicle
I want to shake shake
Your pelvis
Like a Maraca

She said
You are finely tuned
But rusty
I would give you
A spit shine
And drag you back
Onto this bed stage
Where you howl
Like dirty trumpets
On winter nights
Posted by: R. Baker

Poetry (January 26th, 2005)