I want to feed this delicacy To my concubine A tiny spoonful at a time I want to watch the luscious sorbet Linger on the tip of her tongue Melt down in the fleshy hollow Before she rolls her tongue Back into her mouth And then I want to hear Her sing her favorite flavors Texas bourbon pecan pie Tommy’s salted caramel Dark chocolate heaven Crushed red-velvet paradise Angel and devil sitting on Her shoulders whispering all night Red delicious apple churned into cream And given as a gift I’ll be Paris To her Aphrodite

Goodnight, Taj Mahal by Andre Peltier
Deep below earth, clay and sand, deep below roots and aquifers, it lies in wait. Like that silent coyote stalking her white-tailed deer through the brush, it waits patiently and