The Ecphorizer
Hungry Love |
Donald Altschul |
Issue #51 (November 1985)
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.
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When, working in our garden, you lie down,
your wheat-blond hair
in the asparagus patch
evokes
a Hollandaise
to end all hungers.
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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
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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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.