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Paresephone (pr. paris-EFF-oh-nee)

Posted to Action Poetry

Where would we go?
sunday morning refugees
with no determination but cigarettes
Someplace fantasia I say
Somewhere fluffy you say
And pink like you I say smiling
even though your brown skin and delicious
and soft and wet like licking lips,
a place like that.

a place that cradles the turbulence in the mind
a place like clouds, delirious and quiet!

somewhere like this frilly pillow I drooled on your dark shoulder last night in the middle of our softness
right before I let you sink your teeth in, hard,
a place like that.
then you say it- Paresephone.