Apology

I.

These words do not articulate
the thing(s) they were meant to represent.
They apologize.

II.

Your religion does not work for me.
There is no fervor, no lust, no anaesthesia.
I must find or create my own.

III.

I flirt with danger on the one hand
& fascination on the other.
I flirt with young girls; daring & indelicate,
they have yet to learn there is no place in bed
for honesty.

IV.

I perched my hands on her burnished brown breasts
& nibbled delicately at her neck.
"Where are you?" I asked.
Saint-Tropez eyes questioned back, "Now?"

- Barry Kapke, 1979
Berkeley, CA