Lesbian, Interrupted
Tori Amos falls from the sky
to land in my pants,
filling my arms,
tongue in my ear,
and I can feel the ringing,
drawing me up away
from the red-haired booty
which I was about to receive
to talk to my little sister on the phone.
No reason.
Just to see how you were.
I was cleaning the gates of hell
with my ex-girlfriend
thank you very much,
but the Blair Witch had a problem
she made known
through her long, dark fingers,
clutching at my skin,
tearing a hole
through the epidermal elephant.
I dive naked and raw
once again
into Mario's lair
I tread as
the boat drifts away,
but I can't swim that fast.
Why should I try when
the shark swirls soft comfort
around my legs?
Nicer to me than the boat people ever were,
the harsh image with the hunting smile
was my own reflected hunger,
so I sink to embrace her slick silk skin.
But I want to go back
to the part where
Princess Toadstool
and Holly from the track team
were runnin sweet,
nice and slow
right in front
waiting for me to catch on
to a game they didn't even play.
