H E A V E N

He motioned to her sofa, “I can make a bed up”

Zinaida Evgenievna Serebryakova — Reclining nude portrait of Nevedomskaya

He motioned to her sofa
“I can make a bed up”
She could say, “you’ve come a long way,”
“Now, don’t interrupt; follow me the rest.”

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Her stairs started to heaven.
She fell back, and her robe opened
I didn’t undress. I couldn’t misspend/
I won’t misspend one drop of evening/
(One drop of semen.)

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I’d fall hard/ toward the floor/
And breathe in her lushness.
Finally, I can kiss her tummy.
I love her laugh-starting sound/
Yum. I trail down