Eskimo in Shadows


It's hard to write a poem


about her softly padding breasts;


harder still to think about


her fucking all my guests.


It's hard to be in bondage


with my penis ringed in brass;


so hard, with drops of semen standing


stark to touch her ass.


But standing hard's the way she learns—


I hear her moans from underneath;


until the nonce that she returns,


my nipples feel the clothespins' teeth.