Fair Play

by C.B. Anderson

A woman can, at times, embitter us
With what at first resembles an affront
By asking that we tongue her clitoris
Before we lade our treasure in her cunt.

Just think of what might come of playing fair
If on her jungled ruby-fruit we dote:
It's not a chore to roam her pubic hair
Should she, in turn, bestow her deepest throat.


C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, "The Victory Garden." Scores of his poems have appeared in dozens of of print and electronic journals over the past five years, most recently Nassau Review, Blue Unicorn, Fourteen Magazine, Innisfree, nthposition, and Soundzine. One of his poems, published in The Raintown Review, was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2007. His e-chapbook, A Walk in the Dark, is posted on the website of The New Formalist Press.

© 2009 by C.B. Anderson






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