Polished hourglass
silhouetted against our blue
curtained night-light.
Stripped
to your panties,
I perform the courtesy:
Peel off your scarlet bra,
succulent fruit revealed.

I heft you onto the mattress
enfold us in its blankets,
press against your celtic
porcelain-white skin.
For a moment we remember
to forget ourselves,
until our midget panther
presses his needle claws
into my exposed
toes.

– Kurt A. Zubatiuk