a masturbatory poem

09/30/2009 § Leave a comment

theboneofmydesireawetsundaymorning
yourbodysowarmsosoftsoclose your
cuntonmythighhotcuntonmythighpricklyticklishthatch
imhungryyesimhungry wouldyoueatmealivekindly?
thissundaymorningOsowetsosweetlywet?

churchchildrenmarchingtothemass wearrainboots
thatgo squeaksqueaksqueak
mondieumondieu!
your lovely veins are broken in leaves
now the mulch-like pulps are your secret sadness
(my heart is coal-hot, hotter than your cunt)

ibegkissmebreathemelickmyeyeballs
whatsthetasteofthecoloursofmypupils?
yoursareinthemmineareinyoursdidyouknow?
iminyoureinmeinyouinme—
whatdoyouthinkofthat?
whatdoI?

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