You slink through the doorway, soaked
smelling of sweat and dog and river
Sleeping under stars
turns men into boys
Yet, you return to me
Animal
I’m gross, you say
I unzip my dress and let it crumple
onto the hardwood
I want gross
I want matted fur on brackish skin
and soil-caked claws
Stained feet and detritus stench
10:00 shadow and haven’t showered
in days, unless you count
the rain, the falls, the river
Tangled hair and wrinkled shorts
yanked off in fervor, frenzied mouths
and teeth and glands—
Rediscover these here lands
Haven’t seen a woman in days?
Well, honey, come
and let me show you
what Mother Nature can do
with these two hands
♥