Lucky Lady in My Bed

Hold me

like I held her,

that lucky lady in my bed.

With the bellies of the sheets

exposed

and littered with sex

and dirt and dead skin,

she crawls to me

like a hungry fire ant

with speed and determination;

a thieving leprechaun

anticipating a plump bounty.

I could want you

just this way,

if I had the need

to be a focused red ant.

Order me

to be your queen

and I will surrender

unto you

such secret hiding places

that you will become the green pirate

to plunder what is hidden

and protect

what remains too revealing

and misunderstood

by parasites reading the bible

to their children

and by disappointing men

pulling wives with leashes

glued to ivory necks

and young girls with reins,

whipping fragile souls

with unnecessary discipline.

Don't be afraid

to be the Other.

In a world shaped daily

by copied perfection,

it's nice to be aroused

by erotic flaws

and the orgasmic release of difference.

March 22, 2011