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Sarina
Poems
Oct 2012
bottom
The buttocks of a round building,
here we sleep, in the cheeks
each penny groans
and a door with the inlet
like lemonade mist, egotistical
where I mouth waterholes
they are without genitals
I can travel by candles to amend
my bed-sins –
such a chaos, still look silk
folly, belly-aching mistakes
not enough apologies to escape
I bet you would, had you no cribs,
you could tuck me in
staple comets to our ceiling
darling, I have the sleigh bells
and I think you made the pearls
hot, our mattress’ internal springs
while businessmen clothe
we will make love again
beyond astronomy, college didn’t
teach what is beneath the stars
but now I am learning
it is your tongue and chest-plate
glow you consider me delectable
though this office has more bottom.
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Sarina
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