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| The Ecphorizer |
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Hungry Love
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Donald Altschul |
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Washed by
the red light
that flirts
with our table,
your eyes begin assuming
the color of your fourth straight shot of scotch.
In husky seriousness
you l e a n
across the breadsticks
and say you are consumed
with love for me.
Beneath the golden arches of your brows
I see a vision
of
two all-beef patties,
special sauce,
lettuce-cheese-pickles-onions
and your
open-sesame buns.
When, working in our garden, you lie down,
your wheat-blond hair
in the asparagus patch
evokes
a Hollandaise
to end all hungers.
katy and I met
last night under the moon.
on the grass, behind the barn,
our thighs sang
with the fevered harmony
of lovemaking.
in orgasm, she bit
my head off,
katydid.
© 1985 Donald Altschul
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| About |
| Donald Altschul |
| Poet DONALD ALTSCHUL hides out during the day as a San Francisco attorney, where he lives with his wife, son, and a poodle, Binky. He is a transplanted New Yorker who also plays classical guitar. |
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