Stripteasing & Sherry Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

An after dinner with
Mademoiselle von de Slivka is
to have for dessert a bowl of cherries
followed by a strip down duel.

The wager is to striptease
ten paces apart. Five virtual steps
from our dinner table to the bay window
and the same number back.

I know the physics of billiard
bank shots and the laws of optics the way
she doesn't. We finger-squeeze pits
aiming at the skylight facing us.

For a few moments I let her win and
tell her that her aim is less drunk than mine
but myself not being Pushkin I won't
give in for the sake of courtesy.

I want to pit this lady in a reclining pose
on the edge of the love seat of the boudoir
and take advantage of her without
my fingers dripping cherry juice.

But as soon as she waves her pink
I turn bullish and bleed from all the
banderillas she lodged in me until
I tongue the sand surrounding her cherry.