[ The Muse(s) ] Sensory Deprivation

 
 
Rudely
the inmate crudely  
blurted out that
he could smell the
pretty young FBI recruit's  
cunt
 
I
on the other hand
assured Agent Starling
I could not
 
Judging by her petite
Southern belle frame
and nervousness
 
for she was a squirt of a virgin  
if there was to this cellbock
for the criminally insane
 
I envisioned it
scented of strawberry wine
and tasted sweet as
dimestore bubblegum
 
Perhaps it was
wishful thinking  
on my behalf
after so many years
being locked up  
in a cage of damp  
cold stone behind
unforgiving acrylic glass
 
I can only hope
we'll meet again
under more pleasant  
circumstances
to better test
my futile exercise
in theoretics
 
Until then
memories
and imagination  
will have to suffice