Idyllic

I confess
I’ve been corrupted
by the seduction
of the pale hand
of darkness
shaking like an old man’s
rattling with old smoking
and holding of coffee cups.

This dream is a lie
but a good one
told from a delighted tongue
at a dinner party.

I am both sexes
all races
all religions
in one.

There is an unwrapping
of a newborn
perfect as a doll.

Never mind the crawl
of the three footed cat
wobbling back
for food
in heat.

Nevermind the beads
of sweat inching from
your belly
to my chest.

I contend
I woke up humping the bed
screaming a name
in a foreign tongue.

Anonymous one, I said
love is but the clenching
of two pinkies.

*A fun one from my college days.