Ode on a Cop’s Ass

Originally published in the Starsky and Hutch zine, Dangerous Lives, Dangerous Visions 4 in 2006.

Swift as wind and twice as fleeting
Chasing crooks so oft’ repeating
Flexing taut, thy dew-tipped cheeks
Would tempt e’en Gods or Ancient Greeks
Round and sure as Sun doth rise
They lift so sweetly from your thighs
To taunt my aching hands that yearn
To squeeze them tight until they burn

O Starsk! thine ass hath captured me
And cast my soul into the sea
So deep that Angels do not dare
The lust-filled monster lurking there
Soon shall it rise from clothéd den
And sink between thy globes again
Until the rapture stops my heart—
No sweeter Death couldst thou impart.