Catherine, your position as the most beautiful woman
on MySpace has recently been threatened.
Jessica rivals you now with
her stern, brassy flesh.
I know you reject me, my technique is imperfect,
my faith is too little to raise you.
But you kept your clothes on too long
to be my perfect muse.
Her hair is not like yours, it falls to her shoulders
so insolent, dark and unbridled
Her eyes remain savage even
after they yield in the kiss.
Her smile is cruel, but that’s how I like it, yet
you insist on kindness in yours.
And her poems resist me while yours
spread their legs like old friends.
Catherine, our love must become something sacred,
for I lack the ambition to deceive you.
Your beauty sustained me through
dark nights and darker yet distance.
Remember we wrestled?, how we grappled and toppled
from the analyst’s couch to your bedroom?
Catherine, you rival makes me
want to wrestle again.
Catherine, I dream of your laughter each night in a
dream that recurs like each summer.
But I dream, too, of Jessica’s breasts and her
cold, violent lips.
You make me humble, and better and kinder
but she makes me bloody and reckless.
and bloody and reckless is just
what I crave for tonight.