srvaz
crouch behind my knees
tilt your head,
open your mouth
take me in
and feel the cotton
skin that wraps me in
The silk in the hands of
a muted goddess
who turns it between her slender
fingers and sings to stars
who can't hear her,
pities them for she
sings a lovely melody
i played on the street
a deer in in the woods
ran in front of me and
my fingertips brushed against
his fur
the world spun so differently
in that minute.
I succeed in tangling particles
of cupcakes in my hair
and forgetting
which left is my left.
I am wonderfully gifted
at forgetting if I left
my phone in the bathroom
stall at the dunk's in NY
I am a superb breakfast burrito
maker.
and I am most exceptional
at touching your face
at seven in the morning
because you're so lovely
when you first wakeup.
your lips are my
discovery channel
maps to jungles
of arteries and
vessels
that sail to the
end of the world
and explode with
color on a sunday morning
Mark me with bites
on a canvas of
ginger and mint
smell me
in your cotton sheets
in the morning
there is a bulb
of smooth,
refined venom
cratered in your
tongue
and it cleans
my hands
of feeling anything
but you.
I am a manager
of pre pubescent mustaches,
I tell them where to go
and where they fit.
I turn them down
and send them to
twenty-somethings
looking for a way
to stand out
at a drunken sorority mixer.
I leveled up
and knocked you
out.
kissed you and
let you drown.
tell me another lie.
I swear my skin is boiling,
your lips tight against it.
Your curls in my fist and my
toes buried beneath your thigh
steam my neck
with dirty words
and take me to
nirvana
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