by K.M. Borberg
(12/10/08)
two days after meeting joe
two days after meeting joe I think: he wants to fuck me
we've never really met or anything yet but I just know it
he tells me in the way he flubs his spelling, his puppy hands tripping over the keys
he says that has, ahem, "hung out with" older women.
He says, where did you get those sexy red shoes? Like your shoes, baby
women that make him want to touch himself make him want to touch me too
his face says I want to go down on you and shove my tongue really really deep,
just the way you like it
even though he would never say it, it's what he's thinking
I fuckin' guarantee it
well, even though I'd be terrified to say it I want you to fuck me too
your mouth like it was made to suck my nipples these two pink
ones right here, right here, right here
i want you to be underneath me, sweaty and thrusting, moaning
I want your cock to be filling me up and making me forget my name
Don't be another goodbye lover leave me after you figure out how deep the well is
you think you could never fill it
but all I need is for you to tell me you love me and feel about me the way
Warren Haynes feels about a guitar
but all I need is for you to
Kiss me to the ends of the earth
cosmic masculine
sexy
strong
sexual
stable
available
consciously passionate
loves himself
loves me
celebrates sex life bliss
happy with what he's done
and where he's going
healthy
makes me laugh
lets me cry
big thick hard cock
hairy
directive
fluid
waiting for me, the:
healer
erotic poet
writer
visionary
traveler
I'll be honest: I want him to fuck like an angel
dance like the devil
moving his body like a sonar wave
poised at the edge
throwing me a rope
or a bone -his bone!
reading to each other in bed
washing each other's backs
cooking laughing doing laundry sitting on the couch in socks
I want to move him to tears of joy and madness
want him to free my light
want to melt his soul
be his love for the rest of my days
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux