Poem: Recurring Theme

the ever-present bed
draped in velvet
and faux-furs
a wild kingdom for your talents
—your real talent?—
or perhaps your ever-present need
enticing luring tempting
that if the price is right
and the time is right
in stolen moments you might
invite me
—or any of a million others—
to see if your skin
is as inviting
as that ocean-blue velvet
and your breath
as warm as that fur