for G
of course to take you in my mouth, deeper still but more than that to
peel you from you, spine from wing, sated rind from hoof, dazzle eventuous from the rhurbarb
pie still on the sill and still cooling. I want to do with you what
ice cream does with a warm pie, a little butter unzip
to be a sugar cube and hurl
myself off the silver tongs and into your steaming, baby, to answer the question with my first tongue.
Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 6:51 AM UTC
for G
of course to take you in my mouth, deeper still but more than that to
peel you from you, spine from wing, sated rind from hoof, dazzle eventuous from the rhurbarb
pie still on the sill and still cooling. I want to do with you what
ice cream does with a warm pie, a little butter unzip
to be a sugar cube and hurl
myself off the silver tongs and into your steaming, baby, to answer the question with my first tongue.
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