she made a clean getaway with my favorite pen
and a perhaps too–long–lingering kiss before a cab ride home
no tongue, no teeth, no forbidden new arrangement
no taste, no space, no trap
but—oh!—the softest Jewess
the perfect feline lips
aren’t anyhip the
wildest desirest magical mixture
the loveliest carbohydrate mixture,
the shared wine & time
and the stolen skin hits, the
forbidden closeted closeness
& nothing beyond the beauty boundaries—
no fodder for shame
simply the sacred hidden magic
of unspoken uninvoked intention