she squirrels sneak
around behind your back
the mice
ooo you know they search
for a moment to squeeze
into your crevice and gnaw
at your wiring
and there are always
the wolves looking
to curl inside your den
and raid your pantry
but the flying monkeys
and the heat they flush into
your intimate travels
are the best of your sexual
burden
warming up your toes
with flights around your
cast of misadventure
the monkey slurps up the juice
from your papaya
mumbling the seed
between his lips
the lips that kiss you
on the balcony of
hotel anything you want