07.05
Who are these other people
fucking outdoors
in a city square?
Somebody is filming.
Is this Europe, maybe
Amsterdam?
We’re all naked
but who is she? hair
thick and uncertain, dark
eyes like descending souls—
one a questing poet
the other its spirit
guide.
She sits in a half-lotus and talks
of her apartment, of our going
there. From here
I can glimpse
into her secrets, past
my own public
intentions.
I say,
“Would you mind if I first do
something with this wicked
hard-on?”
She agrees. I start
to mount her, but awaken, unsure
I even made it
inside.