Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Merrily, Merrily

There must be something as merry as last night.
I'm on your radar, thick as all get out.
Sugarcane, some sort of plum in a zebra's
mouth, galloping. You can see a nipple in
someone's eye, maybe in between their teeth,
lipstick, lemons, lotion. You can almost get
on top of a lime if it were a planet, dance on it,
in high heels. Look at the juice that flows right out
into my mouth. Do you want anything green, and homespun,
and purple? Maybe something on my lips?
Would you kiss it right off my face?
Would you look right into my eyes, and stir
coffee into my face? I'm all yours.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Like it!

9:58 AM  

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