I’m in the stacks at Borders-
Gods and Generals in hand
reading press blurbs;
He said Well fuck me dead!
Being particularly astute, I knew
it wasn’t an invitation to partake
in necrophilia or frenzied fornication;
simply an expression of amazement
at my ability to survive his absence.
Smiling sweetly I replied,
No thank you.
Now that was a good wine
not a droplet left -
It’s dead and gone
but the memory lingers
on and on.
If I had just half a glass
I’d dribble it down your chest
To pool in your navel
To be lapped at my leisure -
The addition of salt
Only adds to the pleasure.