Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Written on a Japanese love-hotel condom

MAKE LOVE

In the soft light through the window, its shape is clear. The breeze carries its scent. Now, for you. She is still but a nameless, new kind of orchid.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

That's an awesome poem. Just imagine if Trojan tried the poem on a condom routine:

There she lays
Be a man, you stud
Go get her

Allison Landa said...

Ah, the poetry of protection!