Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Call & Response: A Conversation [a sexy poem]


Call & Response: A Conversation

She:
My mouth
Shape it in your mind
Like an audio jack
The place where you make so much music come out of me
Put it in your veins.
Mainline me.

He:
My cock
Make it with your mouth
Like a taut drum
The place where you make me beat such rhythms
Put it on your ear drums
Hear me.

She:
My eyes
Take them in your hands
Like an electric leash
The place where I am so open
glistening cornea coming clean
Put them in your pockets.
Quell me.

He:
My hands
Read them with your eyes
Like a map in a novel of
The places we’ll go together, our
Rising action, climaxes, the falling.
Put them in your plot holes. Use them to
Write me.

She:
My back
Trace it with your breath
Like a medicine walk
The bridge where you travel
The undulating vertebrate snake of my spine
Put it on your dinner table.
Dig in.

He:
My breath
Stop it with your inner thigh
Like a breathalyzer
The curvy road of your hips
Catching exhaling stutters
Collect me like a gutter.
Let me in.