Villanelle for a Playboy:
By Trebor Healey

Is it possible to love a satyr?
The sex is good, but he wont linger
And will see him later?

Empty as a moon-like crater
Weeping, I’m a hollow singer
Is it possible to love a satyr?

Intent he was up manly nadir
Will he plunge against his stinger?
And will I see him later?

Of my longing, he’s the emancipator
The water and seed bringer
Is it possible to love a satyr?

To my every lustful pining does he cater
Of my body’s cashdrawer he’s the cha-chinger
And will I see him later?

Without him, I’m a sorry masturbator
Dreaming – why, he even had a cloven finger
Is it possible to love a satyr?
And will I see him later?



Sail on sliver…

Ride the wild sea—
Impelled upon me
Rudder I stir thee…
It flaps red in the sky

But pirate – he and I!

Yellow, the sun shines amber – gold
Hazy purples, mauve, pink and coral – unfold…
Ride me high—
Ride me low—
Be my cabin boy – so bold!

Grind again my hull like barnacle attached—
Your visage – pale, --raven haired beauty – unmatched!
We secured in love – lust – dreams detached…

Red sail upon a sun set—
In north seas of passion sans regret!
01/21/2007 -- on a Sunday afternoon



Selig wer sich von der Welt
Ohne Hap vershiept,
Einen Freund am Busen haalt
Und mit dem geniept,

Was, von Menschen nicht gewupt
Oder ncht bedacht,
Durch das Labryanth de Biust
Wandelt in der Nacht!