on the dusk-edge of town
where highway yields to gold
a stag-shack wears a crown
of white rubies -- a bold
seduction, no sly wink
unlike the soft unrolled
smile of a girl in mink
fur sliding like a snake
through her forest of pink
smoke. together, we break
behind a curtain: june
bugs tease my lips with cake
outside, earth yields to moon
all crickets sing too soon
