Upon Watching Charles Dance in Jewel in the Crown
It is for Charles Dance's mouth
that I lust:
his thin grim lips, wary smile,
and those eyes,
that bulge slightly
from their sockets.
I imagine them probing my face,
the Masterpiece Theatre depths of me.
I watch as Charles unclothes.
He is wooing the shy nurse
adrift in India's revolt,
but he woos me as well
with his broad hairless chest,
Celtic white and freckled.
And as he loves her against the pulse
of Sitar and monsoon,
their English reserve
he places that Charles Dance mouth
[Published in Into the Teeth of the Wind, Vol.1/Issue 3, 2000]