1. Birds of Paradise
As you move toward the door
to open it so I may leave
I notice how your Levis cage
the anacondas of your thighs.
One more move like that, I say,
and I'll toss my briefcase to the floor
and bring you yipping to the couch
and kiss your breasts until they rise
like startled Birds of Paradise.
2. Night Lit Bright Their Signal
Formerly, one knew on sight the ones
who walked with economic purpose.
One had criteria: the color
of their robes, the meter
of their stroll, the semaphore of their
One knew that night for them was dawn,
that night lit bright their signal.
Today, my pastor claims,
one must inquire of them all.