A Response to Mule Variations

AS POEM
Track 2, Variation 5
from Black Market Baby
Needle in a diamond,
swank, a swinging out
into the rough- your eyes.
(Little light bulbs.)

My cold tongue sticks to you
like a fingerprint.
A cowbell. A map
under magnification
that turns out to be a fracture.

Your bags of whiskey can't keep
me from calling you. Aphrodite.
Expensive. Stolen.