Jennifer Donnell California, U.S.A
I finally told you what I think about when we make love.
I knew it would be bigger than your shoulders, which won’t hold me up,
if the sky falls down tomorrow.
I’m on an earthquake fault wearing a sheer lace nightie. There’s an alien invasion and
I’m forced ((TO)) mate with green skinned men. I’m stopping a nuclear war,
baby, don’t I need relief?
When you swim into me,
am I imagining a tidal wave because I fear it, or because I want to dive
where you can’t follow.
Why am I looking so sad,
And, why are you talking so much?
You’re hovering above me debating ownership.
You insist that by allowing you to slide my panties off, I belong to you. I never signed a release form,
but I see how it works-
I liked your touch ten years ago, so you get my forever.
I’m working on a farm run by burly cartoon hunks, they teach me how to milk a cow.
Go ahead, show me.
Bring your best love making to the table, your reverse pyramid triangle tantra.
Confuse me variables like, sixty-nine times pi.
Then, when you’re done giving it your all, let me crawl into the earthy crevice
of my fault line,
and rest there while you shake my body over and over, in the same way,
for ever and ever.