The Ravisher

From the Yellow Silk Erotic Arts & Letters book.

The Ravisher
By Charles Semones

for D.D.

I'm not what you think:

My fingers do things
you would not believe.
My tongue goes crazy
in the dead of the night.

I'm no chaste poet,
no celibate saint.

I'm not what you thought:

Rootbruised and moody,
I roil the bedclothes,
dream of you in the nude.

I'd touch your body, strike
pentecostal flames.

I'm no dry eunuch,
no earthstunned angel.

I'm not what you hoped:

I baffle the eaves
with low syllables
you may wake up to,
go by all day long.

I make siege of wind,
ravishment by fire:
with me, you might be
loveseized inside out.

I'm no tame bedmate,
no easy savior.

I'm not what you know...