Dance with this wildflower. Your attempts at satisfying me
leave me depressed. You're on a downward spiral. Pull up!
Each entry into my opening, does not go deep enough. The depth is a dilemma. Width is an
issue, too. I need width. My legs are V-shaped. Drop the ball into the end zone. Score
Don't be mad. Sexual satisfaction is an art form. You're not an artist. You like to dabble.
My canvas desires paint that will go beyond my surface. Not a drop of you.
Dance with this wildflower. Bring me up from the depths. Don't be afraid. I wish to be released
from the doldrums. I daydream as I wait for you to cream. This wildflower deserves more.
Shirley Jones-Luke is a poet and a writer. Ms. Luke lives in Boston, Mass. and is a native of Dorchester. She has an MFA from Emerson College. Her work has appeared in Adanna, Deluge, Fire Poetry, and Vox Poetica. Shirley will be a participant at VONA and Tin House this summer.