Radical Sex

I.

Red tongue laps my mouth

when I come down

frisking blouse and belt for fruit of her flesh

first fingers twist, then lips and teeth

unbutton breasts in my hands

tussle bra to the floor

pull jeans from arched knees

"Je te désire!"

And we push hard, on rose-print quilts

tossing caution (with legs) to the wind

rolling up

and down

and back around, loins tied

tongues knotted

hands full

face to bosom - lost

in tasting

feeling

teasing

"--Je respire - l'odeur de ton corps"

for silent ears not gasping

calling, or crying

the words our bodies speak.

II.

After sex

when you're both basked in sweat,

place your hand on his chest

and unsheathe the claws Mother bore you.

Dig down in his flesh

trailing right down -

where his nipple lies next.

Now jab at this spot

till it wells in deep red

and bleeds the flower that binds you.

He will sing out your name, then

cup a palm to his breast

for the petals dripping

from his heart to yours

and he shall never forget you again.