Bananas

The three most interesting things I know
Involve the woman I can't live without.
That woman has the cutest little snout,
And when she sniffs my neck, and just below —
Well, that's between the two of us — I go
Bananas, living, as one does, with doubt,
The deep significance of sauerkraut,
The hope of light, and maybe afterglow.

She flares her skirt, and quickly spins around,
Showing a bit of skin above the knee:
A thigh, a sigh, and it's good-bye for me,
I'm gone without a chance, without a sound,
Somehow my head is lolling on the ground,
And stars are in my pocket — look and see.