How to Make Love

Misty, Candice, Bridget?

Breathe softly
so this pen can move with the pulse
of my vision
and somehow not falter
in blood or in time
and be willing to say it:
say it like it should be said.

Sip slowly this bottle,
say its name
with grace
and no longer be a fool,
say Cotes du Rhone
and still be far from Paris,
and to want you, to want you here
with each sip,
seems a wish beyond wishing.

Touch lovingly
this rat, clean it
for once, give it
a manicure, crop
its tail
like a boxer puppy, leave it
to bathe in a shower stall
with scented perfumes
conditioners, comb
its hairs, paint
its nails, whiten
its teeth, give it
a sexy name:

Misty, Candice, Bridget:
botox lips sown shut.