You lay tawdry on the bed.
Laundry unkempt,
Wisps of gold beneath our arms.
Bread of breath in ruddy lips:
Future’s paunch summoning shorts.
Cool and fleeced desired eyes…
To hips of fire making this mine.
Alfonse Battistelli lives in the United States. His poetry has been featured in 614 Magazine, Short North Gazette, and Sparks of Calliope. He graduated from Ohio University where he studied history and linguistics.