Your Bass
(for Walter Booker)
Bookie back.
Bookie forth.
Sway with her.
Dance
with your body pressed
against her neck
and mahogany breast
like the curve
of a fine horse's neck,
a blood bay mare.
Your arms
ride 'round her
not gently, but
pluck the right places
'til she sighs
and answers "Yes."
Your face is
squinted
in exquisite concentration
on her mellow moans.