Kissing you after your shower
I wanted to fasten
onto one of those 100
breasts of Diana's
to see what marble
was like in the
mouth -- hard and shaped
like the Italian
bread that looks like pregnant
mummie or an
Egyptian cartuche
or the rings of
Saturn, something permanent,
something in a
muscle, and yet a hunger
satisfied by
rainwater,
its buttery taste
on my lover's skin.
