Sex & Mind

can I have your sex & mind
may these haunts of flesh & bone
merge spirit & ideal
fucking from a virgin seems so naive
a temporal menace
to accomplish your end
I want your heart on my plate
such selfish honesty, but
you won’t judge so hastily
be above be beyond
his tongue touching his lips
his cold hands beneath my hair
chilling my neck
I can play
drooping eyes brown like
sweet chocolate hair sharp
between my teeth I can
taste his substance
but not yours
you cloak every fiber with
an awkward gesture
hide your eyes hide your hair
keep your lips dry and small
give me nothing but your
long bones to stretch my eyes along
he wears his sex on his chest
your subtle sensuality comes
from your head
disguised as value
costumed in intellect
you call yourself a thinker
I call you a tease
his fingers reach out
to conquer his prey
you lash out questions
and I am your victim
can I have your sex & mind
I am no temptress I can not
be your splendor of ideals
but I must be yours
taste my heart pure
take my body as a sacrifice
take my hair between your
hands against your face
warm your mouth from my lips
look into my eyes to my mind
see my desire of thoughts
my unquenchable lust
for knowledge you
know me now

4-21-96