and me too for him melting
us each
brown skinned, golden brown
him blacker
me unevenly cooked mottled powdered white
like a sugar fawn
melting and smoking
two thin mulattos fucking
like twigs rubbing together
for matchless fire
hot molten sugar
reeking bonfire smoke
sour white pepper
in the noseful
and in those pockets under the eyes
that don’t feel empty until they are full
and melting
melting inside the open mouth
and dotting the hot fingertips
sticking hard
and peaking
like finished whip cream in a frosted bowl
too perfect a shape is he
engineered immaculate
foaming out of machine tips
into holy bleach white cubes
of horse hooves
and corn juice
a God’s geometry his sweet symmetry
my belly aches
yes, like a golden marshmallow
pricked and cooked
held long over the coals
which is one way of saying a hard life
still, beautiful soft inside
and melting
he came to me
delicious
he came over
a campfire smoking
splitting wood front mounted
red embers hot center
out in the wild dark
the green dark
under the easy constellations of early summer
my lit face pink-cheeked and lisping
a treat laboured for
tip uncharred
and blazing
hot treat
I am wet in the mouth