Where are the sharp edges of hunger?
Where are the size XS jeans, where the protruding hips?
Where is the breakfast of a single bottle of mango juice?
Where is the sleek hair in a polyester bow?
Where are the painted lips like grocery store roses?
Where are the hands that have never grasped hair or thighs?
Where is the mouth that has never kissed, never greedily sucked?
Where are the hips that have never bucked against another's?
Where is the tongue that's never tasted the cream & the salt of a peach?
Here are the soft curves of my stomach.
Here is the pizza fresh & warm from the shop.
Here are the friends eating it with me.
Here is the cartridge razor kept carefully clean.
Here is the cool gel drying on my arm.
Here are the boxer briefs, here the weight between my legs.
Here is the dark hair on my breasts.
Here is the harness strapped to my hips.
Here are my fingers, slick with desire, yours & mine.
Here is the flood gushing forth.