Tuesday, February 16, 2010

PICTURE THIS

her fragile frame
fall-
ing onto yours

your crooked bones
[your crooked heart]
shuttering under
her weight
[the touch of a feather]

your ugly mouth
sucking her supple
lips
in the same way
it inhales the juice
of your morning
grapefruit
as it drips down your chin
[you start everyday out bitter
sweet]

in the same way you
wish it was her
i
wish it was
me

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