My Serbian sommelier
slipped into my suite unobserved,
bearing a sweating bottle of Sancerre
to skip through the preliminaries
of my undressing him from waistcoat
to cravat to crisp white shirt,
bent on below the belt.
My plush virgin-white bathrobe
Opened easily to age-gap eroticism
In etremis: forth-three years.
There’s something to be said
For such a youthful member. Thrice!
Once upon an ocean liner’s balcony,
I knelt between muscular thighs, believing.
Karla Linn Merrifield has 16 books to her credit. Her newest poetry collection, My Body the Guitar, was nominated for the 2022 National Book Award.