The Rediscovered Works of Brainburp Heartfart

CHAPTER ONE: Bad Little Kids I Love1

When she speaks, its in questions, a plaintive but sweet music full of whines, pipes and squeaks that give me the same feeling as watching ducklings waddling to keep up with their mother, puppies flopping about oblivious to everything but the fun they're having, or curious kittens distracted by a blade of grass, a butterfly, or the sound of a nearby cricket.2

"Can I have some water?" she asks, her pinchable cheeks pillowing her hopeful eyes. She has been told already that she cannot leave the front porch. Down the street, her eleven year old sister and the other girls are playing with the water hose outside the community laundry facility. The sun is behind the houses now, its melon glow on the sides of the brick buildings, the air is soft and cooler than earlier, but still warm enough to be splashed. I know she just wants to get wet. She waits for me to answer with cherubic eyes, her eyebrows begging.3

My answer sends her skipping, like a jumping spider or a happy ballerina, the tip of her tongue tasting the corner of her mouth, not twenty feet to paradise.4

Her laughter is tickling and persistent, like hiccups or an itchy nose that won't stop sneezing. She is the copycat, the tattle-tale, and the scapegoat. Heck, she's only three.5

CHAPTER TWO: Comments on a Poem about Lovers Meeting in the Rain6

Nothing like those rendezvous during downpours. Something about the way clothes cling to you, their weight pressed wetly against your skin, giving excuse to get out of them, and into the shower. While the towel is still wrapped around you and your would-be lover is handing you a cup of hot tea, a string of wet hair hangs teasingly in front of your eyes. As you take the cup, the towel falls to the floor and, after a moment of loaded silence, the teaspoon drops too, the tea spills and the cup cracks as the violent urge of your passions have at each other like starving animals after the last morsel of meat on a bone... half buried in the seat cushions of the sofa.7

CHAPTER THREE: Under Interrogation8

Her beauty9

I am not entirely ignorant of10

though my appreciation is 11

superficial12

which is not to admit her beauty13

only state her appeal to me14

her softness seducing my appetite for her pleasure15

even ignorant of her taste...16

she looks so tasty17

but I understand that looks can be deceiving18

and I would be in contempt of myself19

denying I am not20

pleasantly deceived21

if in fact she is ugly22

for I tasted her23

even before this imminent opportunity to bring her to my mouth24

enjoyed her apples, grapes25

and mango slices in my arousal26

and partaking27

wanted nothing more28

beyond the satiation of my appetite29

a good meal30

filling me31

allowing me to sleep with a smile32

Her beauty is nothing to you -33

your daughter remembered, your youth34

surrendered a long time ago, reluctantly;35

an exhibit of the object of your wet dreams,36

evidence of virility37

you, a eunuch, jealously defend,38

seething with impotence39

I am a carnivore40

and she is succulent meat: a newborn calf,41

a virginal delicacy I've smelled and hunted42

for its most tender parts43

She is pale, barely kissed by the sun.44

Her flesh: soft as cream;45

her eyes: desperate to know the world -46

I am that beautiful tiger she risks her life47

to steal a glimpse of.48

She comes to steal my mystery49

and you accuse me of stealing her soul;50

mad with the idea that her naked body might actually enjoy51

being licked by the flames of my passion,52

writhing in the suffering of her own lust -53

bewitched, insatiable, and consumed.54

Never-the-less I will always be 55

the first rain in her flower garden56

every fuzzy petal capturing my glistening jeweled drops of water.57

No one will drink the runoff from her leaves -58

she will selfishly tap it with her roots,59

replenishing herself in my desire.60

No one will chew her unripened berries61

sucking and swallowing her bittersweet moisture -62

she will be safe in my downpour,63

guarded and allowed to ripen and bloom.64

When the sun comes out65

I will be the vegetarian and the bee66

ravaging her, devouring her, inseminating her...67

Ours will be68

your spite69