Six Urban Love Songs: III. Portrait of David ...
appeal; the most beautiful stone to pull
the image from: David. David of the tilted head,
the hip slung into, the arm I lived to till
the underbelly of. On my pillow, on my bed,
your body, David, undressed and dressed ...
Now who's this in plastic plastered against
the refrigerator door! Not David! on whom they've pressed
pants, t-shirt, shoes; now the penis can be fenced
in skivvies; heaven-on-earth, figleaf,
in sunglasses! What they have done or think
they've done—appropriation; in short, in brief:
anyone's. Possessed, asked, Shall I have a drink
now or later? Your place or mine?
to toast the front—to dream the spine ...