PHANTOM IN THE FORM OF A TOWEL

You come out of the shower
and dry your body with my towel-like skin

And something's pushing you to rub yourself to rub yourself
between your damp thighs

You go into a dreadful frenzy
into a deathlike madness

till another dampness denser than water
soaks your flesh with its sticky honey

and you open your legs and moan and shriek
and I lick you all over with my tongues made of thread