SIX SENRYU FOR EROTICA
my lover’s scent in the morning a wolf howls
on his lap
the bump and grind
of the old truck
romping
on cut grass
our green knees
lobster dinner
he licks the butter
from my chin
role-playing on the old piano
a hard night
I let him melt
in my mouth
—from Rattle #85, Fall 2024
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Sharon Ferrante: “I write poetry because the poem tells me to. It’s like a door I run through in the night: it’s always open, filled with chatter.”
