desk in bed (1986)

your back is my desktop
                                     in bed,
shoulders hold a stapler
               and pencil sharpener,
 I get my fountain pen
from an array of 
utensils in your hair,
dip my pen deeply
into your eyes 
and the ink of cold
salmon stocks my reservoir

with this abundance
of caged power
i begin our story, starting
at your nape and meandering
down the hills of spine,
then back up the hips,
sentences marching, 
fire ants.

the period mark
lands squarely in
your ear.            you yawn,
and the tongue is A
smooth pink drawer
frenzied
with massage ious






1986 K.U. Lawrence Ks
ann.