Robert

Robert my dog
and Robert my woman
these old calloused prints
bundle of fetched red cedar
from cranny
from nooks in the rock

I spear the fat horny bull
fat flank muscles and velvet crown
foot pursuit through fetid fern
the gilded hunting horn bellows
Robert my dog sniffs the blood on the bark
and Robert my woman waits hungry

Robert soft and downy gold
Robert with a witch's smile
she greets me hysterical
an animal taste on her tongue
she finds my girded hips and pulls me close
Robert in sin
Robert in gory detail swallows the bull

I am fecund, tonight only
I am engorged with blood and lust
Robert my beloved
Robert my steady right hand.

TA