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KC Cabauatan Sep 2016
the marriage between two hotdogs and two buns

some say it is a bliss - the union of two hotdogs:
two pieces of elongated meat lying side by side
bound by grease, tenderized by heat.
some say they're sumptuous,twice as filling, twice as fun;
though you can only consume them one by one.

two hotdogs can quite be a scene,
may it be dinner or an afternoon delight.
some may like it, some may not.
but who can deny them, that for them is delight.

the same goes for the bonds of two buns.
two hearts twained, bound by filling.
twice as refreshing, doubly fulfilling.
food for the gods, truly life-giving.
for the marriage of two buns can be mouth watering.

the matrimony of two hotdogs and that of two buns,
may be fun for anybody, but not for everyone.
as most could still be sated by a sandwich; grilled meat and toast.
as the marriage between a hotdog and a bun is still preferred by most.
KC Cabauatan Jun 2015
Wendy, Wendy, she gave me a thimble;
She held my world and made it crumble.
The tender orb's icy sheathing starts to melt,
thawed by the enigma's hearth it felt.

The thimble she gave, it dawned upon me;
makes me wonder will she not, or will she be.
Is she the raison d'etre I've long been searching for?
Though one thing's for certain, her thimble, I'm yearning for more.

Her fairness, her beauty, there's more from within.
Surpassing even the cherubic vessel she's in.
Ethereal Perfume, she draws me near;
in the sonorous silence; two hearts twained dear.

She made me, no longer the rougish Peter Pan;
Her thimble transfixed me into a man.
She took me out from Neverland's imbecile bliss;
But for you to see, Wendy's thimble is her secret kiss.
PK Wakefield Nov 2011
i know you rosy cheeks(
             you are lips pretty)andheadbobbing
                                           (you look like sweetness
                                              )when you're between
                                                thigh and thigh
                                                     (those pursed creases        usually
                                          ­             )they twained and culling
                                                         ­        (are heaven writhing
                                                        ­                 )tongues and bones
                                                           ­                     (so let me crawl inside you
                                                             ­                       )andIpromise
                             ­                                                         (we'll fall right up in2 1
PK Wakefield Oct 2012
i have coughed a small star
from my throat it tumbled
by all love though littleand
frail it charged urgently for
reckless girl things sinking
deftly into sweet crimson
parting miles of sound it
brusquely twained still blood
pushing rush(hearts clamped
)it pried from hinges doors
singeing crisply all downy
things and it though unfurled(
small; by all love)a fist of
hulking lust
PK Wakefield Apr 2012
one time there was a last night
of stars moistly spilt by sabled
cheeks of eve there was a starling
immediately two maybe yes 2
starlings perhaps there were
raucous cruel and winged starlings
that stood briefly against the sky
trees and a small path twained
them there was clovers and a whole
field of them looked so nice in
that last night they looked peaceful
and i almost laid right down in them
and slept
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
come hearts 2

                             softly

                                          


                       2



                                       hearts


             splayed of


                                            ribs



        ­                   twained



                 of breast




                                             2




                        hearts




             in2(1
PK Wakefield Jan 2012
nary the further root(nor nearer neither)shoots
reaching similar jeering your carnal fold whoops
a crown of pink, whose gentler thorns enshrined
the meekest cruel sweetness of with mouth combined
posits a slender abrupt howl from the heaving
noose of abdomens 2 backed seething
(a beast twained)
or so sayeth William
PK Wakefield Apr 2012
.                                                                                     1heart
                                                                                          by
                                                                                      2chests
                                                                                         twained
                                                                                              fold
                                                                                          ing
                                                                                                 in2
                                                                                                1another
                                                                                             by
                                                                                          feverish
                                                                                              unkempt
                                                                                            ardor
                                                                                          ungently
                                                                                             hands
                                                                                          unmake
                                                                                                the pale
                                                                                            septum
                                                                                         and
                                                                                               pour
                                                                                                  blood
                                                                                               in2blood
                                                                                           become
                                                                                         a single
                                                                                            faultless
                                                                                         immolation

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