you play doctor, i'll play witch

passive resistance

let me guess:

i love this game---

you play doctor; i'll play witch.

& we can bounce lead balls of conversation

off one another;

cum until our shorts are stained

& lick the mess up later . . .

happiness is a b & h with a bitter

aftertaste; straight from london

to your front porch

& we live:

homely ever after.

remember when the thought of touch

set your spine off twisting? 'member when

the market place between my thighs opened its gates to your morning

would?

what/what?

we tune out

& pick up each other's sentences &

never miss a beat . . . & that must be why we insist on finishing out

this dance.

i can feel your pace maker

under the linen of your skin.

i can fold the pages back to mark my place

& begin reading

you all over
all over
over again.

slip your fingers out of me.

---it's time i should be going.

written 9.23.99