Published on: 1/29/2008
Not Puccini but Dvorak

Come Russalka, wet imp
Flesh dancing a samba -
A carnival riot
Over sheets and pillows--
Fulsome, awesome, loathsome -
Object of lust - quit my bed
Made foul, thrust by thrust
Into the fetid well.
Cease the groans and grunts -
Drag them with you -
Drop them into whatever
Gutters and ruts
Litter your road
Beyond that weir penning
My shame and loathing
Swimming in your wake.