On a cocoanut bed, buried in hair,
cast in a broadening stream of milk.
Breasts that are kneaded to heaving founts;
spigots. Milk webbing ‘tween the toes,
and milk dripping dry at the bed’s clawed foot.
These alien cigarettes, sweet threads,
these plumes of blowback rake the knuckles;
teeth as crumbling yellow peaks.
Short-time couple cooed anew
atop the cocoanut bed, loved
the fumes, the three black eyes
and one other winking.
Thus, when caucasoids do their business
‘neath furred blankets.
-2002
