was it thunderstruck
as much as filthy and tender
bang, shout and pillowed
adventurous and sweet  

Yes, all of that body better
from poetry to moral to cuddle
not guess-who-I-am-now
but dominant with a smart thumb  

I got some good strange
reeling from it in this old house
no lover’s tryst but visible
whirling stab wounds  

I wish I were sorry.   

Tremored nerves and delicious ache
Nasty, sweet, electric
Howl like raven, starved like an eye
The last common ancestor  

Prufrock’s a pussy
like my zaftig popcorn sweat
his mother’s side lost 54 in the war
and mine lost just as many in this one.