"Aperitif" by Andrew Lundwall & Adam Fieled

Maggie, crabby, had
a vulval fit when she
plaid-sweater'd my

bed, I went mad,
wept deliriously,
slapped her thighs,

all this an aperitif--

once i was a boy
(can you believe?)
into voyeurism

now a half-man
doing swan instead
in the booby pen

Maggie's farm when
I've got ahead
& in her hands

Young, undeceived
and so rewarded
by this aneurism

that she's beyond belief--