INANIMATE ENAMORATA

Pleeztameetyu / whaddayudu?

If I could do anything, I’d love to be your free flowing hair,

the fingertips of my follicles tickling your constant shoulders;

you, praising my full body to the skies—

I’d shear you clear off like a lamb’s wool in springtide!

or the palmsoftened wood of your habitual guitar

cradled into your passionate lap,

neck caressed to perfect pitch—

Even music I’d gladly banish

if it meant pitching you!

the very odoreaters in your shoes,

if only I could embrace your soul (so to speak)—

But for a day only,

Then bedside

(eagerly coldly)

I’d abandon you:

            that’s as far as you’d ever get!

then, I guess I’d have to settle on

acting your bathroom mirror,

investigating your secret life

entire—

And I’d shatter your face into diamonds,

just like your illusions,

you peepfuckingpervert tom!

(leaving me in that case merely to wish upon

your vacant genital cavity

your manlacking pussy

handhungry tits,

that the

                     gap

                                              in your ass be empty as

my harmless romantic fantasies---)

--Duane Vorhees