“I like dappled hats,” she said
as she lit the incendiary device.
He enjoyed her wet diphthongs
on her nape, his frequency
modulator, his frenulum.
“You must warn me,” she said
as she manipulated the milibars.
He was engulfed by the heat
of her cardamom mouth, her amplitude,
her guttural declensions.
(Nick Carbo)
More Poetry from Nick Carbo:
- When The Grain Is Golden and The Wind Is Chilly Then it is Time To Harvest (Nick Carbo Poems)
- Ang Tunay Na Lalaki Meets Barbie At The Shark Bar (Nick Carbo Poems)
- Little Brown Brother (Nick Carbo Poems)
- Ang tunay na lalaki (The Real Man) Stalks in the Streets of New York (Nick Carbo Poems)
- The Filipino Politician (Nick Carbo Poems)
- Ang Tunay Na Lalaki (The Real Man) Is Baffled By Cryptic Messages (Nick Carbo Poems)