Honey

 

 

by Dawn Pisturino

 

Honey drips with sweet sensation from her vampire lips,

And the naked round bosom swells with invitation;

Chick is not impressed though his loins beg urgently,

For Death lurks in those baby blue eyes,

And Chick is not prepared to die

For the satisfaction of his loins.

Suddenly the man who bedded a thousand

Is a man with feelings and a sense of pride.

His eyes see new visions in the morning sun.

Life, for him, is more than an elongated erection.

The big word looms in his brain: RELATIONSHIP.

He surveys the choice of women as a connoisseur,

Checking dates and labels, going for the blue ribbon prize.

He awakes alone most mornings now,

But once in a while, in the shadows of night,

A sweet sensation of honey-dew lips caresses his ears,

And Chick is pleasantly surprised:

The woman has a brain.

 

March 3, 1988

Published in The National Poetry Anthology, 1988

 

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