Alexis Rhone Fancher

Sweet Tooth
March 18, 2019 Rhone Fancher Alexis

“Sweet Tooth”

The man in the window is cheesecake;
if I could soar across Main St.
and land in his arms, I’d eat him for dessert.

He’s caramel poured in those low-slung jeans,
a Sugar Daddy™ (‘lasts forever if you lick it right’).

He’s marzipan, clean-cut, the jut of his hipbone
reflecting the sun. I’m come undone

by the clockwork of his days,
his devil’s food dismount from that Shimano aluminum bike,
how he disappears inside the foyer.

If he were mine,
I’d ride him like a stolen bicycle.

He strips down to sweetmeat, Monday through Friday, 5 p.m.
“Happy Hour,” when

he hangs the bike on the wall.
And me, happy to watch his muscles ripple.

He stretches out on the bed, my creature of habit,
his O’Henry™ straining against its wrapper.

This I know:
He’s an all-day sucker.
He doesn’t believe in drapes.

Alexis Rhone Fancher is published in Best American Poetry 2016, Verse Daily, Plume, Rattle, Diode, Pirene’s Fountain, Cleaver, Tinderbox, Nashville Review, Wide Awake, Poets of Los Angeles Duende, Hobart, and elsewhere. She’s the author of four poetry collections; How I Lost My Virginity To Michael Cohen and other heart stab poems, (2014), State of Grace: The Joshua Elegies, (2015), Enter Here, (2017), and Junkie Wife, (2018). Her photographs are published worldwide, including the covers of Witness and Pithead Chapel, and a spread in River Styx. Amultiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly. Find her at: www.alexisrhonefancher.com