His tribal tattoos really smolder, as colorful
as his cobalt and charcoal eyes, but
it’s really Robert’s piercings she likes best.
The rod popped through the septum
of his puck nose, the cute pin in his chin,
the long needle in his tasty tongue.
It’s the latter that’s her favorite,
because it keeps him quiet.
Sure, he spits more than he used to,
but he’s still quite a hottie, and that’s
all to be expected when she seasons
the chunks of him on her shish-ka-bob.
