Gideon Hides

Gideon hides in bedside drawer
under the high speed connection to the
devil itself. Wireless.
Living the high life with
a ninety-nine cent corkscrew
and the President's Select red
poured into plastic coffee mugs.

Romance? How about tonight's special
all you can eat porn buffet
only $29.99. Slide in and
soothe that fresh shave razor burn
under warm velour blanket
artificially soft and numb.

We wind up lost somewhere twisted
in the king-sized bed, wondering
which way is up?
Up-side-down neck twists to glimpse
the all new "all sex, no plot" review.

Below, his fingers imitate the screen
dipped and dripping wine, still
he can't bring himself to actually spitting
on that tasty twat as seen in
Nymphomaniac Neighbors part II.

Quick twists, slow turns
and two white towels later,
I find myself squinting into the too-bright
bathroom mirror, fingers running over
black landing strip,
looking for some evidence that
college pussy is somehow
better educated than the rest.

©2005 by Jennifer VanBuren

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Jennifer VanBuren lives with her husband in Baltimore, where she works for a non-profit while raising two young sons. While her formal training and career have been based in science and education, her heart has always been in writing, even when in the margins of her organic chemistry notes. See more poems and photographs at her site, mannequin envy.