Sunday, January 29, 2012

Through Fleshly Relations

What has slithered up my insides
and is now resting in pieces?
The unknown's tiny particles are
dispersed when
micturated. White, cotton balls of

Oh, pitiful, vulnerable, beautiful
Cause of the carnal side to
devour me -
inside out; lunching on the
gifts a woman is admired

It is as if the
curvaceous tissue clutches the
wanton plague; as if it desires
a rest from matronly duties.

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