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How to Make Love

2009 January 25
by J. Scott Mosel
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Misty, Candice, Bridget?

Breathe softly
so this pen can move with the pulse
of my vision
and somehow not falter
in blood or in time
and be willing to say it:
say it like it should be said.

Sip slowly this bottle,
say its name
with grace
and no longer be a fool,
say Cotes du Rhone
and still be far from Paris,
and to want you, to want you here
with each sip,
seems a wish beyond wishing.

Touch lovingly
this rat, clean it
for once, give it
a manicure, crop
its tail
like a boxer puppy, leave it
to bathe in a shower stall
with scented perfumes
conditioners, comb
its hairs, paint
its nails, whiten
its teeth, give it
a sexy name:

Misty, Candice, Bridget:
botox lips sown shut.

One Response leave one →
  1. PEG MOSEL permalink
    January 26, 2009

    J SCOTT, THIS IS PURE GENIUS. “PLAY MISTY FOR ME.” IT IS THE SICKEST, FOULEST, PURE DEVILMENT I HAVE EVER READ. MY ONLY REGRET IS THAT I DIDN’T WRITE IT. BUT, ONLY YOU (A TRUE POET, COULD).

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