Unsheathe your slick, urgulous instrument,
Pickle it in that snacking gash; sink black
Twixt its two coral halves – like a raven
Chipping at a dripping watermelon.

Enterprise, dip, slirp, raging, feverish –
As if you’ll never again taste such fruit,
Fleshy, drooling, until your eyes dirty
With tears, and elongated arrogance

Withers, a-wallow in oblivion.
Nature is vigorous in withering.
You ravish it; she kills you completely.
Yes, you rise again, raven, out her cave,

But, ravenous, return to trap – and meal…
You perform, you eat, are eaten, deformed.

Messaggio

Sloppy politeness ends;
A peppery rumpus starts:

Not gingerly, but gingery,
The voluptuous tumult smells.

Limbs link and unlink –
Reptilian, snarling.

Slither:
White negligee angles down white skin.
White sheets undulate sleepy luxury.

But ambiguous hardness chinks
Soft marble, taps lacustrine dew –

Or tears –
Nicks.

Next, Demerara rum careens into Carrara marble.

Eva La Venere Selvaggia

Our fingers mingled; our tongues twinned, twisted;
We writhed; we snatched at each other; we sighed.

I had to grapple that rippling, skittish mist;
My torrents had to bust her ice, scald her flesh…

Kisses unfolded like – like – a spreading plague – with ardour
(I felt – admittedly – conspicuously harder).

Her purse needed feeling – but not with gold,
No with spanking, black iron, stainless, and light.

Quemada!

Love – yield love – while the body’s ripe.
Don’t sag iceberg-like. Flame volcanic!
Wail as if a drum; never fall silent –
Save for wine-sodden sleep, uninterrupted.

Naked and aflutter in a four-legged bed –
With a coddling body opposite, charming,
The sun’s never slight, never extinguished.
No matter how fat clouds crowd it from sight!

What good is chastity – if it’s for good?
That lover crumpling under caresses,
Is a saint moon-luminous with amore.
Jangle the bed! Shake it! Splash the wine!