Dermis

And it was anchovies I tasted

As you cock-swabbed the inside

Of my cheek

Calling it science

Epithelial indeed lies

Like icebergs or politicians picking

Arab friends

And there was a slight crust you left

Behind of crystalline semen

On my dress – unless –

I’m calling it armor

Just before that

C’mon press that spot, baby

And I place my thumb to your trachea

 And your eyelids flutter

  Almost epileptic

   As I surface to meet my own skin

    At last level ground

     And I fake it

      And I fuck

       And I fake it

And

Tour Guide

Immunity to the sulfur smell was inevitable –

Standing next to an Adonis –

His hair rich, thick molasses like the furniture

Syrup guaranteed to make my

Mahogany and

Cherry glisten

I could see 

In Santorini – He was a REAL Greek and I

Was a REAL overweight American – Eyes

Sleep-deprived as a condemned circus closes

Down

Or

Maybe a couple of orbs in Chernobyl

He whispered

This is the place that destroyed Atlantis

Did more than destroyed –

Yes

This pumice

Ruined her like sex

In the Aegean after a back-home boyfriend

Springtime slid easily into the hot

Dry Cycladic summer and the volcano is

Still

I am gone – searching for other gods –

Satisfied there is no punctuation at Easter