by C.B. Anderson

She polished off his apple, then she tried
to instigate another round. She yearned
to grapple under covers, was denied
because of how she carelessly had burned

his fuse too early, and for all the glossal
administry she plied, got nothing in
return. Her disappointment was colossal
until her zeal for milty medicine

revealed a perfect remedy: A man
should revel in the art of cunnilingus
and find some pleasure pleasuring a fan
of his who's never failed to please his dingus.

When sticky fluids drip from bobbing chins
in equal measure, everybody wins.


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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