Thursday, October 09, 2008

Sequence #9

fit your hip here polish the skin o morsel o gardenia you make me sweat a banyan tree grew in the bathtub we slake our forefingers indigo contains mercury I would never poison our palace with erythema at least until you rub against my traveling shin I have a rash because I have an affinity for your incisors please continue to bite without your toothmark on my jugular I remain anorexic unable to swallow unable to flit

1 comment:

Radish King said...