consoled within the remote comfort of those

doubtful girls and these older ones who,

having shed their curls, are happy to bare their whole

never mind their soul, I’m damn sure

this would be as close to a felony fuck

as you could ever know

and given my luck the house would

fall around my ears at the very first touch of that baiting floss

screw the metaphysical

THIS is from the gut Chuck

and even where I glimpse just the fierce reflection

of that seen fit to share

I could write of their flesh from my own delight

with a million spilled, thwarted nouns

fresh for one night

it’s only fair to suggest that stretching is uniform

when this full screen exposure

ensures my eyes crave so much more

than any big hearted whore, reclined

on these dreams or split through the seams, could coax 

from the sharpest of hand drawn reliefs