Hammock

mouthful of cherry and cream,
quivering jelly, the look,
searching for something
in the glistening eye.

reclining, disguising myself
in a hammock's caress
beneath me: reason for dread,
a thrusting and rocking

called lover.

feet, bare, grinding heels.
lungs, in ribcage, hanging
like ripe pears.

fingers anxious, tremble,
make wet spots
on jersey cotton.

but here: hammock spread
in the meadow in moonlight,
swaying in the breeze.