Jake Tringali is a writer living in Boston, Massachusetts. Runs rad restaurants. Thrives in a habitat of bars, punk rock shows, and late-night adventures. His book Poems for a Neon Apocalypse will be published in October 2018. He may be found at jakethepoet.wordpress.com. The following poem describes a unique sexual act performed in the 1930s by sex workers, and was first published by Westwood Journal of the Arts in 2016. I sip Campari from your left eye
unclothed, yet inhibited your beauty lies sacred before me more nude than naked I sip Chambord from your right eye the house of madam francis holds appetite and fantasy for this eve’s sinful rites I sip Chartreuse from your left ear now, let’s not be craven shallow dives to wet the tongue aural exploration I sip Vermouth from your right ear your nervous giggles abate my dating needs are fickle in this hellfire club I sip Absinthe from your left nostril be still now, as the flower abides to the bee your petals aflutter I sip Fernet from your right nostril the sting in your nose may feel deceiving, the warmth is friend, not foe I sip Genever from your mouth share with me this eau de vie our lives and lips locked I sip Whiskey from your cloaca you whisper a low sound animalistic my carnal vessel I sip Brandy from your labia your ceremony ends sweet ninth orifice now drunk, and seeking remedy
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