HEADED
I am going
to seduce you
with the poetry
of Pablo Neruda
read his words so
sensuously
that they melt on you
in you
like hot chocolate
like warm butter
Ah, yes I see
you do feel it
your breasts feel it
as it drips downward
it is the
space between
your legs
where
it is headed
Oh, the surreal sexuality of
these lines
has left you
mouthing sweet
nothings
swaying to the rhythm
a firestorm of cantos
now headed your way
hard
to imagine
what you will feel like
Inca goddess in the arms
of a god
did you ever conceive of such joy
battering you with the power of a hurricane.