GOLD HATS Poem by Dane Zajc

brush my lips gently
so they don't burst open
swollen with desire

(gold hats smell in the quiet sun
smell sharp of semen
of a drop that fell
into the scent of a girl's body)

brush my nipples
with the tip of your tongue only
my impatient ardent
nipples will burst into flames
if kindled by your lips

(gold hats hide dark lust
in the deep throats
the flowery crowns bend toward the landscape beyond)

brush with tentacles
at where you are at where I am
until the head inside is ablaze
and you quiver give taste
and I press you crush you
drink you drink

(gold hats bend their
crowned heads
the scent of semen mixes with a sweet drop
the smell of a girl
in the lonesome afternoon)