she reposed behind me with such posture
accomplished cellist that she was she drew
a sword across & deep into my throat
my heavy head relaxed onto her lap
& welcome to the world of Baroque art
Mr Cavalcanty welcome to the
cabaret of bodily effusions
& horrified stares towards the next stage
where I knock up this nativity set
in which the neighbours & local fauna
are encouraged to pause & meditate
upon my vaguely impotent feelings
while we ignore my threads in your velcro
your finer hairs still stuck between my teeth