the shape of gaping fish

things have a way
of abruptly
beginning and ending
in cleveland

we were staying
at the ritz carlton
above twisting shoreline
on the city’s
burning river

the bathroom shower
occupying the honeymoon suite
was befitting of
henry VIII’s royal court
or a discriminating
porn star

wall to wall marble
roman pedestals
four golden shower heads
the shape of gaping fish

dripping

a bounty of pearl bath beads
and sea shell soaps

he was on his knees
in front of me
licking
the water running
down my body
covering his nose and mouth

when he pulled back
and asked
if i would piss on his face

but
nothing about my psychology
dictates
i urinate on another human being

so i told him
no
firmly

my fingers still in his wet hair

he asked
why
too sick for you?
i apologize

responding

to each his own
but i choose neither to suffer
or be an agent
of such humiliation

besides
pissing in the shower
just isn’t
ladylike