What Sun Opens Up
for T.L.C.

overdue to have sex
with you

in a poem I’ve written,
we’re having intercourse

I’m merciless,
you’re enjoying it

I suggest you rip
but you’re made of elastic

can what’s rubbery bleed
bleed like a rubber tree

two gummy
too gummy intercourse

want to be stuck
together with you, with glue
until love arrives,
arises

and not even the sun
ripping night open

to let in day
able to take you and me apart

you’re in my heart
where you’ll remain


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
6:10 p.m. 18.01.08