My
odalisque be narrow, lithely gilt
at
tail, but swiveld @ her centre, made
of
goodly stuff, and mayhap she will tilt
just
so, adornd with diamond emerald—
a
prick—a sapphire black obsidian
and
there, just there below meridian
beneath
and to the west & east that white
enamel
nub prest out against the sheath
of
velvet satin olive alabaster
Rotormobile,
savage, pigeon-toed
and
knobby kneed, not splayd:
No
waddling duck for this sick drake
of
twisted form, not made for sportive trix
his
spine 19° curved left for sin
@
15, lockt in padded corsetbrace
in
pimpled shame, in bumping corridors
hard
plastic puppetboy, strapt in, tied up|
Thy
odalisque be slender, spider-leggd,
come
cherrytopt & cherrylipt and slay
us,
brown black Dian Artemis O silver
horn, we watching in a thorny thicket:
Horny
hunters, thou in Grecian glade
nimroddy
toms, we peeping, run us thru
Thou odalisque O comely concubines
my slim & limber troupe
of
cantaloupian musky melon loves
in closely clusterd groups like grapes
and
bunches of well rinded fruits
of
yellow, tan, or tawny
flesh
O mellow meat O no !
she
saw
6.18.15
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