“You calmly hushed me,
taking away my barbarous ways.”
— Bunny Keiko (2005)

Bunny Keiko and her “mystical fuck”
reminds me of “The Woman Who Married
A Ghost Boy.” A widow became moonstruck
with a fey boy’s ghost. All ghosts need to feed
but what good is mother’s milk to the dead?
He hoped to please her, as any lover
would try; but he died a virgin, unfed
and lost and wasn’t much good with pleasure,
giving or taking. They didn’t despair,
though, with his wet hand prints in her panties,
her big ass, her small toes; she loved going
down on him, hard. Which is why their affair
makes me smile and reminds me of Bunny’s
poem on love and mystical fucking.