We know not when nevertheless, yes.
You sit poise-angled at your desk an’I
guess correct at mine how it past:
                 Europa bustled up her dress,
                 kicked rainbows from her water spotlettéd heels, fled
                 a tad ahead of her self (He, her Bull
                 spat resolve into the foam,
                 seethed unsheer cream around common ankles.)
                 Then she was momentarily gone
                 undone her bodice had be
come          flew til she clasped his arching back.
                 mourned their unrealised begettings.
                 Felt his scrotum beast away from him.
                 Found her upon
                                 him,
                 trammeling her sex into him as she shed skin, settled
                 from girl to woman to serpent
                 to Red Kite to slithering surf elfling-thing.)

Scratch your chin/scrotum,
begin that way you have of going in in
to your secret jinn-Mistress. I’m there,
making offspring
as fast as your sperm
can carry your likeness                            to me.
As lonely as your one-and-only beholden. Rub
                                                                rub
                                                                rub ah the madsea red.
At one glint of my blood,
roar.
Switch on the light.

Shudder.



©2006 by AnnMarie Eldon