Thursday

the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad

snipette(s)
pardon the omissions it's due to lack of collaborative permission

fumble fumble. unzipping fortitude for
constantly being hungry is an exercise
in ravenousness nest
brushing wildfire fur
...
set paper to the flame was always a favorite
childe game but oh dearie my
furrowing wolf howl
hell, feels like a fresh basket of old ladies' bonnet
bruised ripe raspberry roses
unfurling supposes
...
shiver me timbers but that's a pointed smile you're
wearin don't it hurt ya to have those creases con
stant and glittering when it's true you want a
lip smackin roll in the hay of passersby
but.
instead you're glued like honey
waiting for smokey
toney joes
...
if you smelled the base of my neck i'd be sure you'd
want to marry me
carry me over your back up
the hillside to the trundling site of your
wholesome plantation
...
it's growing, what you carry
you give birth to that hush
dazed, i lie back and let you
i lie back and let you
you lay like a faun; this could break.

but, O; you are so very lovely when you falter.

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