by Anthony Beal
(04/28/04)
I come
Corseted in adoring arms,
Your thighs a moist bracelet
Wringing me dry.
Nude resplendence
Doled by the handful,
You are the sound
Of an evening gown
sliding to the floor.
Packaged in you,
Prisoner of your white waves,
I am your wordless song
Sung in lilting twists of flesh,
A breathless god of bronze and lightning.