This poem is wanton soup.I love it.bearing my teeth to his neck and shoulder...Now that's clever.
i nearly choked reading your comment, enriko... soda and "this poem is wanton soup" is the perfect combination for "fizz-inhilation".i'm glad you like it, i wrote it just for you, what with you asking so nicely in the comments from the previous poem and all.
Ouch! (Very good ouch.) Very Marie Howe, in a way. That making dinner and stabbing you in the stomach thing. Except very erotic. And very delicate (i.e. Katy). (I think that is definitely your word: delicate.)
Typo: smelled. I think I told you I liked it right?
it's not a typo, it's a mistake in tense. thanks for pointing it out though, editor. and yeah, you did tell me you liked it.
oh wrong poem with smelled, i thought i'd written smelt... actually that might have been in a draft. will fix it. thank you again, brian.
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