| I'd Like to Meet | Say my name like the last bright syllable
of olive at the bottom of a martini glass,
your tongue
an eel deranged with moonlight,
squiggling at the bottom of a wine-dark sea.
We are as ancient
as the first two lovers
learning to join in the garden of Eden,
leaning against the tree of knowledge
of good and evil.
Only my mouthful will open deep fissures inside you.
Touch me like a virgin strokes the steps to her church
until I show you my blood-swollen hunger
without shame. |
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