I roll over and pounce,
thinking of the beeswax deodorant
you bought when I said it would
smell good on you---
Bees! You've got BEES in your armpits!
And even though you're not ticklish there
you laughed.
Your mischief beard hangs
like bristle fingers from your chin
and touches my neck in a way
that keeps me between thoughts
and closed eyes.
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 11:27 PM UTC
I roll over and pounce,
thinking of the beeswax deodorant
you bought when I said it would
smell good on you---
Bees! You've got BEES in your armpits!
And even though you're not ticklish there
you laughed.
Your mischief beard hangs
like bristle fingers from your chin
and touches my neck in a way
that keeps me between thoughts
and closed eyes.
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