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I Need a Breath and Your Body
A Poem
Like the fang of a tiger your teeth sink into me, dear Asha, but it’s OK, I think we make a good match.
Over at your house you have other men — this I know — which breaks my heart, but I think I can arrest your interest in them and leave you wide-eyed, struggling to breathe, due to our youthful passion.
Our lovemaking can be noisy, but we’re free of disease, and on my last birthday you gave me your best.
I’m vengeful though at times, so enraged I am about your other boys.
I take off my shirt and the rest just happens; nothing onerous, in fact you enjoy this frame that my bones create.
Meanwhile your body has a sting — so skillful you are at its presentation.
You once played volleyball in college, that’s what gives you the muscles of a striver who gets everything they wish for.
You’re so glamorous! I would never dream of a recast, prefer to watch what God has created.
I’m a tired horse, but not too tired to dance with you, help protect my status within your desires.
So, I put pencil to paper like this, hoping to cleave meaning out of this crabby, deserted town.
