History whittles us down to the gems.
Have you been told the benefits
of stem cells? Sit for a spell,
you look as though you’ve wandered
for miles without so much as a drink.
I can almost tell what you are thinking,
the stink of a fool’s gambit hangs
above you like a shade.
Pay attention to the air raid signals.
I’ve singled you out, you see,
for the way you entice me
with those wondrous thighs,
thick and rich as vanilla cream.
Your dreamy syntax in the waxy aftermath
of afternoon delights me, invites me
into your comforting hands.