on days when you can smell the sea

and summer coming
thoughts turn to miscegenation
the tense and press of flesh

            to fold

is all the air's imagining
how upright every breast is held

forced to attention, bound and shy
the short skirt likewise

   sly tribute

to the meek helplessness of men
what is it with the shiny lips?

and what should they remind me of?
everywhere shaved but the top of the head

and the temple's environs

who can tell?
salt whiff

forget the diesel under

remember, land's an interruption
Priapus pipes and preens to pry

more Falernian I say
or with Herrick

let me welcome back sack
o corpulent with lust

for your arousal and disgust
sit on my knee

and let me be Santa
a Lady of Sorrows

looks after us later