Three From the Viagra Falls Diaries

Three From the Viagra Falls Diaries

1.
The farm smell of your platinum
cornsilk hair
wakes up my rooster.

The swan curve of your neck
begs me to slobber.

Why do your fear me as if
I were a poisonous water snake
slithering on the Swannee River?

Let's get naked and wet the bed.

2.
All winter long, cold and starlit
I've longed to romp like a Saint
Bernard up and down the long
snowy slope of your back.

All summer long, hot, honey-
suckled, I've longed to flop and
splash like a fat black porpoise in the
swimming pool blue of your eyes.'

Oh, my Hollywood starlet, let's
get naked and slop the blanket.

3.
May I circle your twin tits, sipping
like two swarms of thirsty Japanese
beetles around a double dip ice
cream spilled on a Tokyo sidewalk?

The cherry trees! The cherry trees!

Oh, my Zen, my vanilla, can you
hear the sound of one hand
slapping your ass?

Let's get naked, juice the futon.



Harvey Goldner