The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

early on
                                    when we
    fucked
    and made love
      i said
                 something about
           you
               being
                                           an expert
         at sex
      thinking
                                          of taut
                                        lessons taught
         tight
         and so much
       more
                  and you
                  pouted
              shrank back from
                      the moment's
                   delight
                              for a beat
                      thinking
                                  i called you
    a
          whore