My silent lover came to me, the tip
Of her tongue so soft, I did not feel her
Phantom feather touch, or probing fingers
Caress, explore forbidden zones unseen
And where she lingered, skin first glowed, then blushed.
Birds dropped like stones, but my heart swelled full
At the going down of the sun, crimson,
Shameless, complicit as a Moscow pimp.
Restless now, Miss Caesium and I lie,
Still to the eye as that stone Lord and
His wife, beneath a sharply sculpted sheet,
Bleached white in the cathedral crypt.
Once revealed in all her nakedness,
He simply lost all further interest.