1st Erotica

called down to the dinner table

my lyrics laid a blanched offense

another meal violated 

without permission,
the buds of my nipples indurate

my racy words: discharged filth
blushing to turn myself on
mother told me what I was

& at my blue rare age

this embarrassing derision lasts
flavors each diphthong
raunch


yet what happens when
supple flesh meets plosive curve
taught muscle to dehiscence
the way she plays my keys
never less of a reason to read
ringent need answered
in fricative clicks
these are not dirty things
only where words meet
and my skin breathes