Often when we’re in
the supermarket
the supermarket
I wish you’d suddenly strip me,
grab a bottle of
Chardonnay from the shelf
pour it over my instant nakedness
and drink it from my
thrilled and grateful skin.
Some might say that is going too far,
in a supermarket
on a Thursday afternoon,
treating the customers
to our act of desperate joy
but the arousal in this woman’s body
says otherwise.
