They fell asleep in the fetal position,
his penis still inside her until one of them
shifted in the night. In the morning she took
his cock into her mouth and sucked,
lightly, lips soft as a bee landing on a plum blossom.
He reached with both arms and pulled her toward him,
onto him. Tell me what I can do for you. Please,
don’t stop. Yes. Yes, just like that. Oh God. God, yes. Yes.

Jesus, he says, it’s a bloodbath. She has started her period.
She takes hold of her young lover’s head
in one hand, his neck in the other,
and imagines he is Adonis, not Eros, upon the yellow dust, gored
through the groin by the tusks of her other lover,
Ares, whom jealousy transformed into a wild boar.