Body English
dance for me, Salome
entertain me with your wit
dangle a participle
between your legs
like a droplet of gerund honey
entice me with your brain flavors
micturate me with your onomatopoeia
linger on my Secaucus pie
we must be appeased
we are charmed and diseased
craving a furtive poem
from someone we hardly know
won't you ply me with a starlit sky
assault me with your clever barbs
banish my chastity
embrace me in sweet depravity
don't worry about being an oxymoron
dominate my predicate nominative
practice your imperative mood
conjugate my irregular verbs
dress me up in a synecdoche and high heels
position me for a tense sequence
I'll be your reciprocal pronoun
your prefix, your suffix
I'll stroke your logical fallacies
examine your one-eyed squinting modifier
swoon over your tumescent vocabulary
excite from your discourse on intercourse
as I probe you with my native tongue
lord, I'm a sucker for a man with perfect diction
for what we're about to do
shouldn't there be some sort of syntax
baby, part my red herring
prep me for a comma splice
diagram my swollen labial parentheses
split my infinitive and first person singular
rake me with your subordinate clause
mix my metaphors and creative juices
anchor me in manuscript form
give it to me APA style
hot sockets and wet sprockets
lure me into a palindrome
enter me with your exclamation point
stuff me with your research log
ejaculate your superlative syllogism
finish me off with a climactic sentence
while I scream holy interjections
and we fall exhausted into antecedent agreement
