Mystery Girl

he wants a girl with mystery in her eyes
but doesn't he know
that it always runs dry
cuz if she lets you in
the truth squirms out
since time is a private eye
and that's the way
the anomaly dies
leaving just another hollow solved case
as hot as it can get
with no appeal for the seeker
avid in his quest to find her secrets
sequestered in the crypts by her wit
and tongue ties and white lies
but to hell with that
you'll get right by the fences
using her love locked pure defenses
discover her, classify her,
colonize her with your fucking cock
deem her civilized
leave her paralyzed
rubbed bare of all her symbols
she is all laid out
her love all played out
yet she's still open
just come to her
and enter the void

How Many

Feeling
up on
me
your ancient hands-
worldly to the point
that I shudder--

how many girls
have you known before?

How many women
washed up on the shore
of linens and curves and musky hair

how many times have you been there
searching for prizes at the end of the maze
those bronze bodies

that filled so many days
in tangled cities
where you stayed
getting names confused

It was like Argentine nights
and a naked Paris muse

Too much woman
in your memory
And I worry
that you go back
back to other thighs
other moans
other sighs--

to others...
to others...

But
I really don't want to think
or know
what good is that?
I'm here now
I'm the one your with

so just go
lay your years on me
reduce me to residue
to a scent left on sheets
to an empty Trojan wrapper
to an evanescent interaction
satisfaction

I'm not the first or the last
wet dream
not the end all
not the be all

just somewhere in between...
your legs
my legs
her legs
threesomes, foursomes
through it all
I end up lonesome