(Upon Receiving a Solicitation for Membership in The Swingers Life Club)
de Milo didn’t have one, at least no pussy
its shadow in the marble, but Botticelli’s Venus,
we cannot see it for her sea-anemone hand,
doubt-an amber-furred dear mouth we would kiss
we enter the Arcadian plane of the painting.
assimilate cunts to our creed of beauty.
Morn held her thighs tight shut, and the dolls
up undressing had nothing much there, not even
beauties we must learn to worship now all
legs, splayed in bedspreaded motel beds,
snowflakes that burst forth are no two alike:
snapdragons, portal and tears
of hair, lips lurid as slices of salmon,
wisps more ticklish than skin, black brooms
could ride cackling through the spatter of stars,
a-stare like monocles tiny as dimes.
“I adore French culture and can really blow your mind”
“half of an ultra-sophisticated couple prefers”
“love modeling with guys or gals and groovy parties”
“affectionate young housewife would like to meet”
“attractive broadminded funloving exotic tastes”
Gloria fellatio Felicia Connie your cunt
upside down and really opens innocence
inch wider: I bite and I believe.
put this mouse between my legs if not the Lord?
to enter? Pigs of many stripes.
is me, it lathers and it loves
its emptiness knows nothing else to do.
the stalwart cock, numb-headed hater,
dragging behind him in a wrinkled sack
two stooges; refrigerated in blood,
sperm thrashes to mix with my lipstick.
my nipples, you fish. My eyelashes tickle your glans
my cunt like a shark gone senile yawns for its meal.
prison your head will lean against the wet red wall
for a pardon and my blood will beat back No.
my being, my jewel, simpler than a diamond,
than Assyrian gold and the Book of Kells,
than a theorem by Euler, more darling than a dimple
in a Steuben-glass Shirly Temple—flesh-flower, riddle
levels than a Pyramid passageway greased with balm.
once upon a bed with me
my soul went down but in addition thrust
up to my face and trembled all her length
so I knew
something rare was being served; of course
was an ecstasy, but such an ecstasy
her distant face grow still so I could drink
of this widening self that only lacked
of stars to be a firmament.
that bleeds with the moon so you can be born!”
like a howl between the feet pushing the stirrups
slit yields up the bubble of a skull.
of life, foretaste of resurrection,
applicant of appropriate friction
loose the critical honey from the delirious bee.
“You can meet these swinging gals” “you
can be in direct contact with these free-thinking modern people”
“if you a Polaroid photography enthusiast”
“you can rest assured your membership”
“you will discover the most exquisite, intimate”
and the clitoris
little hurt girl turns its face to the corner.
how were we to know that all you fat sweethearts
much the vagina’s victim as the poor satyr who sells
IBM preferred to procure three whores
three ways at once-by land, by sea, by air?
was all a sacred mush of little pips to me.”
tell us, tell us and tell us, of a magical doorbell
of swollen nerves beneath the fur
the pallid moon from scalp to toes decuple
this molehill of a mountain is
of Disenchantment, the Plain of No Response.
have known, when you are edible all over?
we gobble even your political views
untwist in lamplight, like lemon peel from a knife.
O tell us why is it why
on the nape of your neck say cunt
swirl in your laugh says cunt
fingernails flanking cigarette
red of the roof of your mouth and your mischief
passion for the sleeping dogs and the ay
hamburgers naked-handed and the way
to a crying child so the labia stain
underpants cry cunt CUNT there is almost
CUNT too much of a CUNT good thing CUNT
banana second when
tear in its single eye,
angel stuffed with ichor)
in good faith leaps
live on marble
that coat my helpless hands)
the cosmic stranger with a pinch?”
true, something vital ebbs from the process
female is considered not a monstrous emissary
natural darkness but as possessing personhood
attendant rights, and wit.
a Tampax with my teeth and found it, darling,
bloody. I loved the death between your toes.
my sallow fill in motel light until
became my own, and I a girl. I lost
quite; my consciousness stayed raised.
became a fumble at my groin.
not let me buck away. I came,
triumphantly repentant. You said
smile of surprise it was warm,
the back of your throat, hitting,
salty, but sweet.
to fill your cunt but are unmanned.
felt like coming. Fond monster,
my tears. We were plighted.
afraid. I adore your cunt. But why
there only ones? Is one enough? You cunt.
“I’m available…and so are hundreds of other
eager young girls who are ready to pose FOR YOU!”
even your shit has something to be said for it
“avant garde of a new era of freedom” (Coronet)
“dawn of a culture phenomenon” (Playboy)
“Dr. Gilbert Bartell, the renowned culture anthropologist”
“page after page of totally rewarding sexual knowledge
that will be an invaluable asset in your search for greater
sexual understanding Only through complete understanding
can man hope” “Discretion is our middle name!”
your fortune moistens. Stand. Bend down. Smile.