--I FEEL COMPLETELY OVERWHELMED BY YOU

                                   The Law of Averages 

Lying akimbo, legs splayed like two dolphins afloat, you part for me, or for some other sailor. 

There’s always work to be done, oil to be changed, mail stamped Returned To Sender. 

There’s Murphy’s law, the law of gravity, the law of averages.

Entering you is like French kissing a ghost.  Nothing shakes, but everything stirs.  A vase is toppled.  A chair gets knocked up.  The vacancy sign is obscure, or out of order.

You’re electrically sedated with a cherry on top.  And still you snarl and nip and clip like a jungle cat tangled in the net.

I know what your mother said, what your father stole.  But open your eyes, please.  Look at me.  I’m right here.