As midgets wrestle with dogs' penises
The wind sprickles liquid nits on our faces
I shyly grab at your neck
And lovingly clamp your hands behind your back

The freckles on your cheek turn pale, then green
As I suck each one in turn like seeds
From a watermelon
The midgets drop their dicks in the rushing water, slowly

Turning their vivid midget eyes to us
As I wind my tongue around your head
And rest my feet with a tender caress
On your breasts
And recite the writings of William F. Buckley Jr.

To you until you cry.