Speaking of Body Parts

I have an aching kidney today,
Full of mourning,
Flush with alcohol.
But he stares up
At my breasts,
Though under this spotlight
They are just moons
Overcome by shame.

As our staring match begins
My left elbow burns
Like an animal writhing
At the height of disease.
To which he asks,
"What?! You don't want to fuck?"

I shrink to the size
Of my murmuring heart,
A piece of gossamer art,
Leave my buttocks aside
They hurt but hey,
They don't hurt with desire.

His face turns into a wasteland,
Denied the birth of trees -
Only one more glance
Is in order for the sex to begin.