* * *

 

your voice plays with me

outside in the dusk a cat

prepares mouse fillets

 

* * *

 

lily flowers

in the desert

your body

arches to my thrust

 

* * *

 

stuck in leafy tar

slick nicotine lick pervades

seductive nightmares

 

* * *

 

your body in pine

you wanted the viewing

to be outside

 

* * *

 

splatter

blood falls

black rain

 

* * *

 

poured onto porcelain

to be shaped before cooling

chocolatier's magic

 

* * *

 

No nurses' whites seemed

to strive more for perfection,

more eager to perform.

(For Colleen Baisden)

 

* * *

 

your body covered

with sweat falling angels in

this spring night's warm rain

 

* * *

 

this corpse on the street

your throat under my dry lips

a dark alleyway

 

* * *

 

raise yourself on both

hands, disimpale, sudden cold:

smile haloed by sun

 

* * *

 

shot after shot

pours down my throat

vodka, solidfrozen

 

* * *

 

onions

guacamole

immortal

 

* * *

 

ominous

guacamole

microcosm

 

* * *

 

Philadelphia

night rains down, the city bright

quiet from the hill

 

* * *

 

your nipple against

my tongue: spring chill dispelled

by our bodies' heat

(for Jen Robison)

 

Robert Beveridge

 

Bio:  Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in New American Legends, Toho Journal, and Chiron Review, among others.