dos amigos

she writes her poems
on boarding passes
scrapes of paper
in grad school classes,
plays with words
on subway rides
sex like when
galaxies collide,

she has two lover
uptown and down
she knows them by
their distinct sound,
when they make love
and vocalize
she knows which one's
between her thighs,

they must know of
each other's existence
but neither offers
any resistance,
she dreams of each
with equal hunger
one is older
one is younger,

they're both good lovers
both good fucks
they both smile
when she sucks,
they both praise
her staying power
seldom love
less than an hour,

she writes poems
about her encounters
on their beds
and kitchen counters,
about each lover's
unique flair
erections hard
hands in her hair ....