Nightcap

Crawling down the liver screw bit and both blasted,
I was wishing she would say the word.
How could I have known the stars took umbrage
to the way I'd combed my hair?

Chili spice mixed death-trip stared
into the space between my lips and
down my throat which tickled for her love.

Give me your love.

Fold it up and pass it underneath
the saffron quilted coat of arms
you squeeled and awed from down the block.

Pumpkin came and went the almond dusted
block of rock went unmolested
in my hands but not in hers.

Hers never shake.

Even when she clutches, breathes the night.

Turning off the light.

Basking, baking, painting next to noon.