Lewd Object Poem by RIC BASTASA

you make my heart boil
like water looking for the bitterness of
tea

the temperature on my head
rises to the
level of the desert and i become
the Bedouin
racing with my black horse
looking for
oasis

there is water around me now
there are sweet dates and grapes within the mighty hold
of my hands

i must be cursed
i am never satisfied

this thirst and hunger
this difference
they are always
insatiable