“Sweet-tooth? Just for jelly rolls.” What I said,
with the cinch of your muscles wrapped around
my cock. What I said, the first time I spread
your cheeks until your sphincter’s puckered mound
gaped wide: “That’s not the arse of a fifty
eight year-old.” Sitting in your dentist chair,
with your scrubs around your knees, I slid three
fingers and a thumb in. If this is prayer
Venus Callipyge would approve. What word
do kids use? “Booty.” Venus with the Huge
Booty. You’ve been married for years and years
and your husband still won’t go there. Absurd.
“Just once,” you said, cumming in a deluge;
without noxious hang-ups or macho fears.
“Some are young, some are old/ My man says sissy’s got good jelly roll,” Ma Rainey sang on Sissy Blues. “My man got a sissy, his name is Mistress Kate/ He shook that thing like jelly on a plate.” Jelly roll, in this case, being slang for one’s arse. Venus, the Roman goddess of lust and beauty, had many manifestations: Venus Anadyomene (Venus “Rising from the Sea”), Venus Barbata (“Bearded Venus”) and Venus Callipyge (“Venus with the Beautifully Large Buttocks”).