We know not when nevertheless, yes.
You sit poise-angled at your desk an�I
guess correct at mine how it past:
�����������������Europa bustled up her dress,
�����������������kicked rainbows from her water spotlett�d heels, fled
�����������������a tad ahead of her self (He, her Bull
�����������������spat resolve into the foam,
�����������������seethed unsheer cream around common ankles.)
�����������������Then she was momentarily gone
�����������������undone her bodice had be
come����������flew til she clasped his arching back.
�����������������mourned their unrealised begettings.
�����������������Felt his scrotum beast away from him.
�����������������Found her upon
���������������������������������him,
�����������������trammeling her sex into him as she shed skin, settled
�����������������from girl to woman to serpent
�����������������to Red Kite to slithering surf elfling-thing.)

Scratch your chin/scrotum,
begin that way you have of going in in
to your secret jinn-Mistress. I�m there,
making offspring
as fast as your sperm
can carry your likeness����������������������������to me.
As lonely as your one-and-only beholden. Rub
����������������������������������������������������������������rub
����������������������������������������������������������������rub ah the madsea red.
At one glint of my blood,
roar.
Switch on the light.

Shudder.



�2006 by AnnMarie Eldon