Some Enchanted Evening

And the elegance of powdered fin and perfumed bivalve, There is no sign of her: Where is my dear, my darling S? Unfeeling guests stare at me

With disdain, I who rant and rave and hammer

My fists against my head, the urge to blow

This place up raging through my Neanderthal brain.

But then appears, as in a song, across

A crowded room, oh heavenly vision!

Rippling with desire, recumbent and pink she

Lies on a gleaming wet, white bed, directing

Her wordless command to moi. Eat me!

Show me the ways of your saucy love!

And there in a room full of voyeurs

We begin our affair of erotic death.

My tool revealed, I take her then and there

Wage amorous war and tear her apart

Shove my tongue mercilessly into her.

Our cries of pleasure declare we are one, yes!

As, not wisely but too well, I consummate

Our fleshy bond with—in memory of

My love, my once and future Sushi—

Spurts of hot, silvery saké.