Saturday, December 09, 2006

broken twig

our mind branches out

pigeons on separate journeys
to the same location

the flesh on our chests
dissimilar in shape -
in volume -
but dedicated to the same want

for that touching moment
when it's okay this time
to erect a nipple
or make lips bleed fresh blood

this is all for the wanting
the sucking and sticking and smelling

we just have different ways
of going about the asking

1 comment:

pot.of.tea said...

For a while now, I have been wanting to write something like this, visceral. But I didn't; you did. And yet somehow, reading it, the release feels just as good. Thank you.