listen, I told her
why don't you stick your tongue up my ass
no, she said.
well, I said
if I stick my tongue up your ass first
then will you stick your tongue up my ass?
all right, she said.
I got my head down there and looked around
opened a section
then my tongue moved forward
not there, she said
not there, that's not the right place
you women have more holes than swiss cheese
I don't want you to do it
well, then I'll have to do it back
and then at the next party you'll tell people
I licked your ass with my tongue
suppose I promise not to tell?
you'll get drunk, you'll tell
o.k., I said
and I'll stick it in the other place
she rolled over
and I stuck my tongue in that other place
we were in love
we were in love except withwhat I said at parties
and we were not in love
with each others ass holes
she wants me to write a love poem
but I think if people can't love each others ass holes
and terrible parts
just like they love the good parts
that ain't complete love
so, as far as love goes
as far as we have gone
this poem will have to do.