A facet of mirror in The Orchid Room…

I

Let us go you and I to The Orchid Room to hold or
pry open oysters – to get laid or to lay like silver
slivery things on half shells of seduction…

Someone like you dripping honey wants to feel the sting
of a bee who has himself just flown in like a gentleman
escaping another swarm hive of admiration…

II

Let us go you and I to The Orchid Room to touch or to
be touched by an itch or to burn or to be burned by an
empty lust, or to relive a casual acquaintance…

Someone thin, stands against a wall like a photograph and
later when you embrace them on the dance floor you both
notice that each of you has become thinner still…

III

Let us go you and I to The Orchid Room to be seen by
the unseen who want to sweat and melt ironies at a table
and shout and scream insults and sarcasms…

Someone milk moon moans, and is not worried that the
drink jar shaking, is the mixing and preparing of some
thing meant to be consumed by a king or queen…

…or even a peon…

Poetman