Venetian Duet
we step onto the narrow bridge
she hitches her skirt
summons me to play
her succulent violin
draw my tongue's tip
across black strings
compose the sonata
of a million unborn sins
nocturnes circulate
as the evening sighs
the adagio of executions

Fugue
night harvests her scent
unfurled limbs:
the calligraphy of seduction
nomads whisper sixty-nine borders
dermal concord
every crossing a pant of energy
every penetration a lacuna of refuge