Open Wide.You keep tuggingon my tongue,scraping me withgravel calluses andatomic will.Soon my mouthmeatwill slobber along myknees, drooling as shepleases.Now howam I to scream promiseswith my elastic muscletrotting beneath me?
My DarlingGoodmorning flesh,I came with handsthis time.To filet and squeezeyour preciousbaby blues.I came with handsthis time,to pet and pet yourwounds.
Swamp AngelMy Swamp Angel,speak to me intongues.You gift the dawnin vernal paws,upon one knee youpropose a thoughtbut I am first tokiss your claws.
She.Dark is the bloom ofmy daffodil,a spring lost incontemporary winter.A cyanide crow approachesmy window sillGet back! Get back!