Poem 208

Look at it from the point of view of the fly and everything is glittering and sexy, particularly if like this one you’re a bit of a lounge fly … I’m trying to capture sex as being equal parts viscera and disco ball …

( I love the XXX in sexual/wax extruded, the rhymes on crumb/come and mate/vibrate, getting to use the fantastic word thorax and the image of electricity tight and blue on a blue bottle fly … beauty in the (compound) eye of the beholder … )

I Am The Fly

black and brilliant
needling my way across the sexual tension
the wax extruded by men and women
fire in my serrations
up to my knees in sparkling garbage
this is love's kingdom a great slick belly
an endless table top
days are spent softening and drinking a crumb

come my beautiful mate
electricity tight and blue on your thorax
       copper in your jaws
the vanes of your wings clash and vibrate
has anyone ever told you you have beautiful
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