To the dark-haired woman I kissed last night
You are sexy like a volcano,
Your mouth corked, patient
As if you healed something in me.
You are sexy like a volcano
And showed up half-sloshed.
You thrust embers in my mouth
And when I swallowed, stars
Burned out in the sky of my chest,
Replaced, usurped, redivided,
As cells multiply to abundance.
All thought was lost - your
Capricious, and I must say,
Most wonderful tongue, defied
Me to kiss longer.  Small bulbs
Of rain burrowed through us,
Replete and shy and warmed.
You are sexy like a volcano
And as a planet rotates
You spun me; stems
like bodies split the magma,
lavendar field, land-locked,
the ocean a wet, hot bed.
1996.  Iowa City, IA