The Fox Hole
    Hunkered down in this fox's hole
    I wanted to erect a monument to her movement
    Near the path to her loves door
    That was slick from so much coming and going

    I rose abreast of her twin hills
    Heaving in the throws of a Richter scale 7.2
    Shuddering slowly to a stop
    Seeking a look at the face as I climax my journey

    Moving from tongue in her cheek
    To the explosion from my appendage port
    I became aware of the pain
    From ten nails dug into the sides of my back

    Tossing the coins of I Ching
    A meaning to my future lay upon their faces
    And within her eyes
    Saying perseverance furthers

    I began my journey once again tasting the air
    For the aroma of musk
    And the pleasurable touch of soft skin
    And feel of breast to chest