Humid Nights

Saturn wore lingerie for me,

lacey rings wrapping around

ammonia thighs as she sprawled

across her bronze bed in Budapest.

Outside, the moons danced along damp

cobblestones with men in black

and I turned her onto her back,

where I could see the hex-mark

nestled along her sharp shoulder blade.

Helium kisses along her neck,

Nothing pleased me

more than watching her gasp.