Two Poems

TOO PERFECT, Dear Asha, are your
Breasts, twin spheres that get me
Really swinging. Let’s have a day
Together and maybe a night as well,
To love and love and love and love.
It’s what I simply call flawless.

THE BELLS are chiming, dear Asha,
Calling us to love. Let’s do that:
Commingle our bodies, twist and turn
Them into unnamable angles. What
Protrudes gets smoothed by hands
Both welcoming and strong, by kisses
Wet and deep which last all night.