EROTICA
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this is only a fantasy i had when you last saw me
of what you and i would do to define ecstasy.
i want to make love to you on the A train
getting off somewhere between lafayette and nostrand
stopping long enough to give your panties to
the homeless guy watching.
i'd like to open the petals of your hidden rose
and have my fingers become the wings of a hummingbird
i'd like to be in your house
tie you up with the curtains and ravish you
with coconut oil while your parents eat dinner
downstairs.
use your locks to whip my chest
and bite me along the inside of my thighs
i want to have an ice cube on my tongue as i taste
you.
i wanna make you moan in different languages
to be like crowbars bent over hoods of cars
on nassau street in july.
i'd like to paint your body with melted crayons
and roll you along the wall as we make love.
and as we scream our ancestor's names
when the moon split in two halves
i cried because i had the chance to love you this way
drinking the wine from the small of your back
as you lie naked on the floor
of your apartment at 3 a.m.
i realize this is erotica.