Wild
  

reading Crozier's poetry
is like riding Lady Godiva style
on a purrring Honda cat
through the buzz and roar
of Jasper Avenue

breasts bouncing to her brazen beat
buttocks burned brassy with the thought of
reddened radishes pursing their lips
lettuce leaves laughing among themselves
the cucumbers of course copping a look
when they think they won't be caught...

rev up that poem Lorna baby
till the sunlight winks out
on the visage of your vibrating ass

© 2006 Delvina Greig