"iem" poems
I make my bed with a spot for you.
Your weight numbs my arm.
You the type of ***** make a ***** hit the gym.
You giggle at my jokes and
you smile and you won't not look at me.
It makes me wrap my next armaround you.
I guess you can call this a hug.
I guess you can call me a python.
You are in my head
not my bed
however,
we fall asleep together and
my right thigh hovers over to your left side.
Tickling iron filaments.
You manage to not break free
you placate me
till 3 and
you open a window.
It's hot.
I held you so tight to keep you
I know you
debate climbing
out that window every night.
The elevation and yellow and horns
once called my name too.
It would be smart to learn
new ways to squeeze you
so you could never leave.
Iem a block of ice.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 3:27 AM UTC