FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

my lust is
zipped, and early morning
this thing gets furious
for being
zipped, and i oblige to set
it free for a while,
letting go, what it may
do
under the circumstances
and it begs for
a little freedom, a leeway,
an understanding
of its tight situation,
it says, i am what man is
all about,
do you want humanity
to drop dead in cold times
like these?
those who like me
are begging
to be
plundered and
pounced,
and so i opened the zipper
and let it see
what this world is all about

a shadow passes by,
asking, does a zipper have
reservations
about propriety?

tell that thing
that there is a proper time
a proper place
for everything.

and so i zipped it again
like a finch in my hand
like a word inside my mouth