i can think a thought
a lustful decadent thought
and it is really nice
but i can't been the thought
once i have lived the performance
i can imagine you hovering over me
you wonderful little stabs of delight
luffing like mizen sail on a moon-lit
cruise on a caribbean schooner
with your munkey puss
waltzing on my lips like a fairy tale
a very adult fairy tale
where the king and queen
moan whispers of passion
and wake with odd contusions
and raw flesh at the bending points
one of those nights
that could have been a morning
that is a wonderful memory
but
what i am trying to say
it is better to be making the memories
than to be reflecting on what was
or could be
happening on this saturday a.m.
as my lips take take an impressionistic
tour of your intimate landscape