SUBCUTANEOUS DESIRE

O Lord, she wears that glorious
blush-smooth skin you gave her
taut as ratcheted drumheads.

And what a full set — snares
oh my! & there’s that belly bass
with enough left over for two
of the cutest tom toms on the planet.

Get me one percussive gig with her
O Lord, & I promise not to pester you
for pocket change or that perfect job
or better crack at self esteem. No way.

I don’t want to work
I just want to play
on these drums all day

I don’t want to work
I just want to play
on these drums all day