Slick-back
Knuckles bare and callous
Fingertips equally tough
From plucking
Gut-spun thread
Lips chapped
Blowdried by merit
Of ***** habit
Whose stench clings
At the pit of my stomach
And pulls me to his
An intimate tango tinged
With notes of oud tucked betwixt
A soft bed of sweat and boot-cleaner
Smiles stolen from Molly
Scattered upon plastic sheets
Egyptian cotton, soiled
Polyester tees
Denim cut offs
On loan from Daisy
Your bolo tie hanging
Tapping at my chin—
Eros sting—
With each incoming swing:
Lute-stringed; hair-pricked,
Greased-up pig,
Play a tune with my skin
And a lethal codetta
For you—
I’ll sing!