fingers scrolling across the meandering
of your penguin breast.
The beast of the night, i am.
Lady of my nights, you are.
"Let's roll down the hills," i say
landing to love-astray...
deporting my chandler spirit
to the chandelier of 'nother night, "hey...
you little one, are you 'ight?"
i ask to you
watching you laid so short of breath;
breathless on the bed, 'neath mine,
"Hey, Hasonna, what are you goin' through?"
i knock at to you
looking deep at into your tres closed-eyes.
o' ya kinky lady of my night, you pass me your sheer-smile
keeping o' these beautiful eyes wide-open &...
letting nightingale words gently
wave outta the dome of your catfish mouth
"shan't i be alight, Adam?"
you pull me back on to your undraped body
"of course, you should...
(pause)
... but not exactly, Madame Bovary?"
i make 'nother hard strokes with my sword-cum-long-hockey
& the furrowed-wet-lips; wrinkles on your forehead;
sweeten sighs outta these menthol breath,
talk to me whole night,
i do bow my head to your feet next morn
just to say do "apologize" ...
but...
"Apologize for what?" you ask with surprise
& i taste the cheery off of your strawberry-lips, & tell,
"Ain't it cost you much taking Adam to the ride of paradise?"
Later, in a few blinks,
you gently push me away, & i walk the floor, on bay
night-after-night, o' yes, the day-by-day,
i love you more stronger than ever before
& you, my love, always
return me the favor for hanging you up with the sword-cum-fork!
