Celibacy

"I will do you."

Here is our Cinderella,

trying every shoe:

nothing fits, not one hits

the point.

Twelve times, the twelfth hour-

twelve thoughts

but one:

what is the point?

Starfish!

Starve fish.

An alien between her legs;

circles in square pegs:

woman, she breathes and begs-

I need the ocean,

nothing less.

Starfish,

one of a kind-

she glides into celibacy

of the mind:

I shan't find.

I shan't find.