Sleeping Jane

Sleeping Jane awakened
     under heavy thread
sweet slips of late night's
     savory wine on her breath

deep lines of deeper sleep
     slashed o'er her morning cheeks
and someone else's teeth marks
     pressed into her morning flesh

where gods throw golden light
     through prisms and glass
and following trails trodden during
     last night's indelicate dance

by right expose to the morning
     that supine naked tail
add my own mortal bite marks
     next to the stranger's on her ass.

TA