by Leslie Y. Dawson
(07/19/06)
Click! The card key opens the motel door
And you greet me lying naked on the bed.
Clothes fall fast in a puddle on the floor
And I'm onto you like flies on shit.
We laugh, breathless, violent.
It's one of our rules:
Fuck first, eat later.
You dive into pussy
Thirst raging for saucy lemon.
tasting and nibbling.
Implosion.
Later beneath you I watch
the dark sculpture of your face
until you flood my wet cave.
It's one of our rules:
Fuck for as long as it takes.
We eat buffet at the truck stop
lie together in motels
shiver in the back of your truck.
We don't talk much about life
as your warm lips touch me
tender as ripe raspberries in August.
It's one of our rules:
Fuck but don't let love get in the way
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux