#64: Tri-fer

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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.