When she answers the phone in the middle of the night 
           then disappears with three scarves and a bull whip

When I am blindfolded in the corner, and she is the sound 
           of a zipper being undone

When my ears are seashells filled with her oceanic moans 

When I am a lamp she sticks in the basement

When her chair is empty at the breakfast table

When she leads me by the nose through a briar patch
           on a barbed-wire leash

When she takes off her panties in the front seat 
           just before entering the shoe store

When she holds my wrist and presses the lighter into my palm 
           and whispers this is what it feels like—this this this