If You Had Knees

Like a pear, a touch
befuddled by the sun,
swaddled in a cherry-satin-lined
black leather jacket,

you’re The Way – you are The One.
You slay. I am all wet:
a slave to your fruit-sweat.
You wear your smell

inexorably well. One whiff of you,
unmentionables swell.
I’d follow you to hell.
You make my future freeze.

Take me to the private shade
and breeze of your ancestral trees:
let’s rendezvous
with Gorgonzola cheese.

Oh, how provocatively deep
into your lap I’d put my face
if you had knees!
Do with me as you please.

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