touch her toes, stroke it from behind,
tickle her navel with your pen.
a hen and cock make a poultry’s
poetry with 69 stunts—
that ejaculates colored words.
six tongues leaving their tired tracks
for five fingers to free fires
burning alphabets in old ways
ancient in consummating souls.
four legs pinned, long slithering hauls.
threesome hymns and unfinished chants
still make two poems become one.