06 August 2010

the Trapezoid

Whether you come or go
considering more coffee
or Excedrin with caffeine
as if alacrity is
what one needs
to get through this.

Whether you knew
of the secret virginity I bore
those times form Eden
to Baltimore; Eden to Baltimore.
Some were summery and the
glasses were obscured with sweat;

some laced with silicate dust
after the visit,
from the longspent
petulant volcano,
who would erupt for you
if that were what you wanted.

Stifled, lifted up;
if this is what you want,
then this is what you want.
If there is a fairer sex,
you aren't, holding your bicep
so your arms are the bottom of a trapezoid.