bedsheets

by Cora

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-06-22 00:14:00

split to thee
and never to keep
fragrance
for i fumbled in to
me
terrible mistake to
keep needed
but want it
here beside me
tossed the hair beside
for make the
slit whistle
to wish and sigh
a little

a tassle hangin
by my feet
and fringe for
left over smiles
for i keep sneezin
but pleasure escapes
and whips me
about

for i nothing
left
no words to
spit out