an edifice
to oedipus
a statue
to narcissus
that has
a mirrored sheen
sit on this bench
allow me
to whisper tales
of drunken gods
having sex
in animal form
with queens
that have more issues
than freud
at a mothers
convention
trying to keep
his hand
out of
his pants

i have eaten
pomegranate seeds
every morning
for a week
while dreaming of
licking the
sticky juice
as it runs
down your chin
leaving a few
crimson streaks
to guide
my tongue
like a ball
of yarn
in this labyrinth
that leads
from your mouth
to where my tongue
can finally fulfill
the prophecy
written in kisses
down your
stomach