If they had worked,
Those droplets in her drink
-so well premeditated, I must say-
This whole thing would have been fine, fine, fine.
My tongue would have sunken its saliva into her prepubescent pores.
My fingertips would have felt every soft fuzzy hair down her lower back. ~excerpt from poem
"King Of My Dreams,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2009
, Article 8.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2009/iss1/8