Savings

Savings

When kissing me, I thought of geese,
all rubber necked and clacking,
a lolling tongue under anaesthetic.

His hands at my neck are my killer,
at my chest a mountaineer
he is networked and literate
as a programmer.

At my knees,
I thought of others
who knew how to remove pips properly from fruit

and when he finally
fell to fingering,
he worked me like a penny slot with a coin stuck.