double the time it took me to realize you
werent everything
and here i stand, jawless,
all teeth and tongue and homeless, meandering words
all for your love, the butter-sweet nature of it
the *** drizzling down my throat and wrists
hot, clenching feel of it.
you arent everything as a sun ripened nectarine isnt
everything
but you are full as it is-
of generous, pink
pulp, pressed sensually against the
midnight flesh-
you are heavy with heart, uncrunchable,
rippled heart.
you are silent in crisp morning
mouth
suspended above ground reared for chaos
suspended on
a branch that appears as an old woman’s laughter would,
thin, purposeful,
veined with childish green
your are the juice staining my lips
and escaping like poetry
dribbling down my chin.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:30 AM UTC
double the time it took me to realize you
werent everything
and here i stand, jawless,
all teeth and tongue and homeless, meandering words
all for your love, the butter-sweet nature of it
the *** drizzling down my throat and wrists
hot, clenching feel of it.
you arent everything as a sun ripened nectarine isnt
everything
but you are full as it is-
of generous, pink
pulp, pressed sensually against the
midnight flesh-
you are heavy with heart, uncrunchable,
rippled heart.
you are silent in crisp morning
mouth
suspended above ground reared for chaos
suspended on
a branch that appears as an old woman’s laughter would,
thin, purposeful,
veined with childish green
your are the juice staining my lips
and escaping like poetry
dribbling down my chin.
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