Teddy
If
after all that— would I knot my tie in the same manner as your Ted?
Take
you home, spread your legs, enter the
Split
aerial, gold on my fingerprints blood bitten bottom lip
Don’t
hesitate to harangue
Enter
the place where all your poems come,
Be
your mattress, you on top (so much shit they gave us once)
Plumsugahskies
lid, lavender ships, my spring break, my circled ink calendar space
Buoyed
matter, my little pinkie curled around your auburn tress, sloughed
Skirt
blouse, heaped in androgynous dune, corduroy tangled afternoon
Where
I tell you shit—
‘Don’t
hafta turn the oven on 400 to stick your head in it—
To
feel warm inside’- fairy child since he lied, kiss your July forehead
Paint
your nails an amethyst blue, dew your tears and wet your hips,
Watch
your fingertips come—
would
I be like him, though?
Etonian
fop, dressed alone, salutary, milk
Your
nipples until a bad poem curdles, sully
Sunday
alone, tweed, elbow patched, your name
In
my jacket, your fluid on my handkerchief
Scent
still life with a bowl of honey
Salt
from my body, your eyes black as
Tacks
pinned to that place where you would
Not
let me take you.
Where
you would not let me take you away.
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..from WHEN YOU ARE NAKED AND DRUNK AND YOU NEED SOMEONE TO HOLD YOU, BABY...DVB2004...sisterinasundaydress press...copies available9gratis) upon request....
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