Obsession

Once in a dream she touched my thigh, and said tipsily, you have a tasty look in your eye.

Your ears are like chocolate, your tongue milk, the gap in your teeth, waved me goodbye.

Now nibbling my lips, and sipping, takes my toes in hers, an animal fantasy.

She smiles wastefully, groping the corners of satisfaction, two antennae drunk at dusk.

In the desert I've heard it gets cold at night, but the stars, but the stars could fill a man with zealotry,

Turn a fish to drink, or a dog from devotion.

Out there the wind howls in semitones, crotchets and quavers dance over France,

And in the Netherlands they have big hands. I've heard. I've heard that in India for a fee,

Monkeys will plait a women's front gate, and in the states there is no time for dinner plates.

I'm told. I'm told that boys will be boys, that men will be men,

That revenge is not bitter, that gold does not always glitter.

I know many strange things, but in Bombay they say, birds flock ravenously.