i think they want sex   says marketa

they do   i say   let them

eat cake   are you hungry   she asks

i am   i say

throw them a bone   she says

why not   i say

something with salt water flowing

delta-bound   she says

a thinly disguised metaphor   she continues  

barely salacious   tired

yet visual enough for the purpose

no   i say   i can do better   

i have inklings   come   let us to bed

let us do research   (i will apply for a grant)