say a deer is worth four points
and a wild turkey three
then your kiss
is counted with
the power of six
a rabbit is one
if it is brown
eight if it is white
but three if it is
half and half
if i am sipping coffee
your hips are
measured in sighs
that last through
the night
yet if you are breeding
like wild rabbits
then you have to draw
tangents and formulas that
squeak on the blackboard
like bed springs
and your thighs
need to be snared
as if they will complete
the sudoku puzzle
of romantic intrigue
and in this romance
a porcupine waddles like
it’s value is fading
and holding you in my arms
measures up to all the wilderness
that i need to see from my bedroom