Where the kids breathe and their mothers quarrel
18th December 2008glazed gazing at the hollows of her thighs
I thought about the places where the body folds
and eats itself
where cream breast
meets rib
hollow points, shallow
places we want to see and have seen and not be seen for jerks
places we want to touch and be touched and not be taken for rides
dark meeting sincerely
you push
I cave
I push
you burrow
you laugh
I quiver
you shake
I come
boys and girls of all colours and sizes size me up to stand down and
I need them to strike me soon
I need to be felt outrageous
18th December 2008 at 10:30 pm
Yeah. But is there a meaning to any of this?
18th December 2008 at 10:31 pm
Yes, I think it means I need to masturbate more often.
19th December 2008 at 12:23 am
here here!!
(hear? hear?)
20th December 2008 at 12:41 pm
Xtx: I’ll drink to that.
21st December 2008 at 4:05 pm
I like the second stanza very much but for the life of me I can’t connect the title with the poem.