"Write me a poem," she said,
"of promise
and lust. Put your pen
to paper as you would
put your hand
to me; your fingers
on my slender
neck, your thumb
tight beneath. Push
that slick trail black
and blue on virgin
page and tell me
in words I can hold
in my mouth, savoring
your intents as pulp
between my teeth. Slip
what you want of me
into language that rolls
on my tongue, clings
in spittle to my lip. Write
what you need of me
in latex or lace and pull
the verse tight
about my breasts;
make me inhale
sharply
as I read. Give me
words that knot
in my hair, draw
my face
down
till my whispers barely fit
between me
and your poem."
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux