There's a threaded zipper on your pants
made of little stitches of red
which grasp the zipper's brass teeth,
which match the enamel tools
which grow from my pink gums
which pull at that handle.
As it slides down, the teeth of brass
pull apart
(skin from a peach).
Little coquette,
I can see the smirk of giddy shame
as the denim drops
and you are bare.
May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 6:18 PM UTC
There's a threaded zipper on your pants
made of little stitches of red
which grasp the zipper's brass teeth,
which match the enamel tools
which grow from my pink gums
which pull at that handle.
As it slides down, the teeth of brass
pull apart
(skin from a peach).
Little coquette,
I can see the smirk of giddy shame
as the denim drops
and you are bare.
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