With Jungle eyes
and cougar hide,
you sit at the bar in
idle conversation.
Your age doesn't fit
your face
but on your tummy,
just above your waist,
wrinkled nebulae and the half moon scar
show your whole universe.
And you show me the ethereal
ways of love and ***.
I thought there was more to it,
but that naive notion falls flaccid,
as you grab your dress,
pull it over your head
and leave.