Sugar Ditch

Pornographic honey
the skid-marked pavement stain that echoes
green-capped laughter
and the hollow jangling of silver invitations
in a cracked fiesta bowl.

She's all frosting
Welts and scars squeezed into sweater sets
and smoothed over like pleats
Words and thoughts sliced into perfect, lady-sized pieces
"Who wants the rose?"

Soot glazed window
a sticky-jointed reflection
and there you are,
with dusty petaled thighs
and cobwebs between your fingers.