Prove you love me now
lift your skirt and close your eyes—
not a soul will know.
The slit in your dress
undiscovered land in sight—
there I’ll raise my flag.
Like a stone in flames
diamond-hardness of desire—
fire so quickly spent.
Silly girl, don’t speak!
your eyes say what I should know—
now, silence is best.
Let you and I suck
on memories of last night—
manna of the gods.
