Excerpt from the book Equipoise
The Wanton, Harmless Folds of Dreams“You are an elegant mechanic, a site of tattooed beauty,”
she answers him in the odd erotic present,
ratchet, hex wrench, oilcan, spread below
the rising mountain where they lounge,
plush and gorgeous—clothed!
“My shepherdess, I’m here
because you asked for me.
It’s time to use your eggs.”
His robe falls open to her water silk.
She glances down and sees
the mystery revised. It’s as plain as paper,
written in crisscrossed little zippers,
cursive on his come-true skin.
O body, she prays, how will I ever open?
O body, how will I open him?
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