Karen
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
She had a laugh composed of dusky fat.
It seemed to earn its way through twilight sound.
The laugh was like a husky playful brat
Controlling sex inside a happy mound
Of butter. Alto and contralto by
Turns, it was viral in contagion when
It ricocheted around a dance floor. Sly
It never was. It opened up for men
A slickness and a frankness. Swelling thrusts
Is what it promised. It was like a cake,
Effulgent cream and icing, tiers, not crusts.
It intimated slake, and slake, and slake,
Madeira, custard, jelly trifle in
A bowl for bulges, offering thick lip sin.
