supercede the stage
put you in a buckboard
find a shortcut to the barn
roll your pleasure
into the straw
guerrilla theatre
in the backwoods
intimacy
excitement in two-
part harmony
pull the curtain
pull the shades
bang your thighs
like impressionist
symbols
serve you up tea and
whiskey in a cymbal
that clap a combustible
rhythm and spins your every
erotic notion
rumplestiltskin kind of spin
in a fable told by sign language
in a rocking chair
then like an erotic puppet
i could slide my hand
into you
cooing
like the nuzzle rabbit
hipity hop hop