paul weinman
janet
across the room
ebbing around people's form
sometimes flowing forward
between couples
and singles
pausing or pressing
in your pulsing
sometimes disappearing
as if sinking
beneath bodies
only to reappear
where I hadn't expected
as if some agreed-upon
game of visual hide
and go seek
had been struk
between us
but with you
always being
my goal
you always
the prey
within this party
of my predation
your flesh
implores my grasp
skin calling out
through eyes that skim
just barely touch
mine in tempting
taunting me
with skin in stretch
of face
and arms
and breasts
that body bobbing
between the others
is not janet
but my lust
come to shore