Banana Girl

Like a curved cradled arm
I take you home
In a brown cage of excitement
Your yellow, naked, smooth skin
Never changes its sustained shape

You are a non-electronic phone
That makes no sound
You sit on a netted hammock
Waiting for me to please you
So I peel off your once fresh skin
Before it becomes too soft for us. 


Written at 3/12/02
Copyright 2002 Molly Zaloudek. All Rights Reserved.