by Arlene Ang
(06/25/03)
The Bond Maiden
I never offer sex warily
in an itch-laced lingerie
or else with a tongue dogging
the snail of his outer ear.
I know how to tempt with
thigh-high nylons slipped inside
his business suit whose softness
already yields to his body.
I am never without silk
scarves or aprons when I
passively comment on blindness,
the mating of moles in captivity.
As I bend over to serve him
dinner in convent white,
I make sure he gets an extra-
helping of covered mounds.
Afterwards I offer him
limp wrists to kiss
while I stealthily slide leather
whips down my full sleeves.
Skinning a Man into Submission
Old dog choke chains are best
for bedside handcuffing
since the contours of animal body
have to be explored with both hands.
Flesh is warmed by one-night stands
between aromatic oil and fingers.
Light slaps usually cause moaned echoes
to escape from the man's mouth.
Nails that create ridges to mark
cutting lines are retraced
by the highlighter tongue
as wetness facilitates entry.
When secretions are abundant,
legs are spread into cowboy stance
so that the pelter can stab
her lover's organ into a crevice.
Rhythmic hacking now takes place
paying careful attention
to correct hip joint extensions
and the Kegel method.
When the skin slips off
with a spurt and quiver of muscles,
male meat can be deboned
into signing contracts.
Especially regarding
that promised vacation for two
in Europe or simply cooking dinner
for the next six months.
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux