Tonight it’s stir fry
   alone
           chopping veggies

like we did
     before—
thinking of you
     gone
the knife’s edge
     sharp
sexy, the way you split
     snarly---
then cut my finger
     Bad!
The one you loved
     wet
in your pleasure’s
     appetite!
The onion was too much!
     No
I didn’t cry
     but

the juice in the slit
     stings
          like Hell!

 

Physics Erotica

In our bed’s physics:
     the garden’s dark red roses
          perfume crescent moon-----

In the valley oaks
     Leo stars flickering flames:
          physical music-----

A breeze quickens leaves---
     the galaxy swirls its milk
          into universe-----