Rose of Eros

Last Wednesday I performed this piece at an open mike.

In my garden of girls and shells
The golden rings
On your toes
Are small things
You lean over naked
To smell a rose.

Your bottom will glisten
With the honey I spread
And lick up
And down
All the way to your
Golden-ringed toes.

When I finish
I will rest my tongue
On the flower
Of your tiny anus.

And once you have stopped eating meat –
Once everything you take into your body is pure and living,
Then I will eat the poop right out of you.

You know, in Japan, beautiful women go for days eating nothing but truffles. They then go high-heeled and naked into a room of men sitting at a long table. They get up on the table, walk across it and poop on a platter. Men pay fortunes for the privilege of dining on this. Bon appétit.

Yes, Lover. Wisdom walks down the street naked in high heels. I’m not kidding.

Now, lay still.
Lay still
& I will eat the fruit
Out of your ear.

Lay still
& I will examine you.

Lay still
& I will make a cairn
On your belly.
Lay still
& you won’t be harmed:
This is the police!
“What’s the charge, Officer?”
Impersonating a trailmarker.

Lay still,
O your lips like a fish,
Curl your toes,
Relax your nose,
Lift your shoulders--
Now arch them.
Don’t go anywhere.
Be still, be still.
I’m coming right back.