MORNING WOOD
by Alexis Rhone Fancher
“Touch it,”
he says.
My lips graze the tip.
His penis tastes
like sleep.
In his
hips’
hollow,
between
his pincer
thighs, I nestle.
Open-windowed
sunlight
climbs the walls,
honeys his dear
face.
I long to inhabit him.
“Do you think
of your penis
as an ‘It’
or a ‘He’?”
“Neither,” he says.
“I think of it as ‘Me’.”
* * * * *"
"Morning Wood" was first published in KYSO
Flash Literary Journal (2014).
L.A.
poet Alexis Rhone Fancher is published in Best American Poetry, Verse
Daily, Plume, The
American
Journal of Poetry, Rattle, Hobart, Diode, Nashville Review, Wide Awake, Poets of Los
Angeles,
The New York Times, and elsewhere.
She’s the author of 5 poetry collections; How I
Lost
My Virginity To Michael Cohen
(2014), State of Grace: The Joshua Elegies (2015), Enter
Here
(2017),
Junkie Wife (2018), and The
Dead Kid Poems (2019). EROTIC,
New & Selected,
publishes
in 2020 from New York Quarterly. A multiple Pushcart Prize and Best
of the Net
nominee,
Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly. www.alexisrhonefancher.com
"Me," yup. Good capture!
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