You always drank Jack
to hide the nasty flavor
of my wanton-mouth.
And you loved the nipping
and twisting of your
heaving puffed-tops.
And when you opened up,
when you finally let me in,
you cut my back crisscross
with your razor-fingertips.
You moved the Earth
under our trembling bodies,
I quaked, you rumbled
like thunder.