queens, u rule, I don't
mean man-nish men dressing in woman's
attire like Avon ladies shaving
his chest hair w/ a full beard;
calling himself Mary; no, that's not
what I mean; I mean, u, muse
who does this to me; u make me
dizzy cuz u caught me in ur eyes;
& held me quaking like a black widow's
mate; here we go around the world
in a few steamy days & nights
postmodern @ dawn until hot,
humid sundown; light glinting
off ur flexed tanned *** & legs
ice cream colored make-up &
bee-stung lips; muscled pecs,
tight quads & an all-American girl's Saturday
evening postmodern hips