Sunday, July 25, 2010

She's your morning read

The way she spreads across the table/ knows what she wants
caresses your forearm/ as you bring her close closer eyeing
where you find her own smell/ so romantic

The newspaper wants you/ to unfold her/ from the crease
ruffle her pages/out of order/ mess her contents/up

On the table/ take /your time now / a slow read
the inserts/ pull them/ out / lick & turn/ her over

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