The Bestiary

1. Snake Dance

If I wrap my body around you
like a snake, warm blooded, flicking
my tongue into your ears and twining
around your thigh, I squeeze
your breast until milk flows.
My muscles ripple through your fingers.
I butt my nose into your temple and slither
into your hair. My tail twines tighter.
You stroke my entire body, inch by inch,
as I meander down your undulant back.
Curling around your buttocks, my belly
spreads your cheeks. Your rump softens.
My tail brushes up your thigh.
You want something wetter.

2. Felicity

Like a cat lapping drops of clear liquid
from your nipples, I cover your belly
with a paw. Pressing gently, the claws curl.
Your breasts glisten. With my tongue
I trace a thin brown line from your navel
to your mound. The hair spreads thickly.
You are wet, the droplets tangled like pearls.
You push your mound into my mouth.
Circling your cunt my breath makes you shudder
and when you grab my ears, my tongue slides in,
then up, spreading your lips. The down
on my belly settles on your thighs.
Inside you are pink as my tongue.

3. Voyeurs

She hugs the damp earth and he's behind her
staring at us, our eyes glowing brighter
than sunset. Every day we watch them.
He mounts her and her buttocks round
against his belly. Under the lush fronds
their skin turns green. She's moaning,
and when he leans down to bite her shoulder
his teeth gleam like a mandrill's.
He pumps harder. She grinds her rump
against him. We hear her moans spreading
along the ground and remember one day
when he ate her. They were perched
in a magnolia. We remember the singing.

©2009 by Tim Harkins

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Tim Harkins, of Charleston, South Carolina, retired from the Navy Submarine Service in 1995 and since has worked as a technical writer for various government contractors. He attended the University of Alabama, where he was a founding editor of the Black Warrior Review. His poems have been published in PanGaia, newWitch, Chrysalis Reader, and the 2008 Poetry Society of South Carolina Yearbook. His chapbook, Chasing The Ineffable, won the South Carolina Poetry Initiative Chapbook Contest in 2007 and was published by Stepping Stones Press in October 2008. Tim began writing poetry at age 13 when he really needed to impress the girl down the street. It didn't work, but he kept writing.