he is pulling snails from my petticoat
making sure their antennae do not grow
and left feeling such as candlewax,
flesh walls seep from under their
pulsing bottoms, the apex of one head
and I am the girl it is given to, a gift
******* at my breast –
how uncomfortable to be the center of
such longing, being touched and
fingered with when something does
not belong into your body’s crevices
pressing, oh, like candlewax –
I know he removes them because he
loves, but I want them to stay
because they love me just as much,
dyed pink against my body, snail hugs.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 5:34 PM UTC
he is pulling snails from my petticoat
making sure their antennae do not grow
and left feeling such as candlewax,
flesh walls seep from under their
pulsing bottoms, the apex of one head
and I am the girl it is given to, a gift
******* at my breast –
how uncomfortable to be the center of
such longing, being touched and
fingered with when something does
not belong into your body’s crevices
pressing, oh, like candlewax –
I know he removes them because he
loves, but I want them to stay
because they love me just as much,
dyed pink against my body, snail hugs.
