Romantic Moment

| January / February 2005

After the nature documentary we walked down Canyon Road,
onto the plaza of art galleries and high end clothing stores

where the mock orange is fragrant in the summer night,
and the pale adobe walls glow fleshlike in the dusk.

It is just our second date, and we sit down on a rock,,
holding hands, not looking at each other,

and if I were a bull penguin right now I would lean over,
and vomit softly into the mouth of my beloved

and if I were a peacock I'd flex my gluteal muscles to,
erect and spread the quills of my cinemax tail.

If she were a female walkingstick bug she might,
insert her hypodermic proboscis delicately into my neckskin