Nice Knowing Ya
Eric Blasco
Is this love
strewn around the floor?
Or a tangle of old socks
walking out the door.
Your flesh is sand
in between my sheets.
Our faces relaxed,
is this the first time we meet?
Or the first time we went to eat–
each other out?
If it is, love’s a smelly flower
in mating position,
A back of the bedroom
chair decision
A smell in the air, if you listen.
