Coupled

By Russel A Brakefield

In waiting for you with eyes like soaked potatoes-
my life is a heavy diuretic.

When slicing birthday cake on your bedspread-
you are sure to mix milk in with your nightmares.

As the desire to feel your breasts becomes no longer apparent-
separation may be in order, sensation in reorder.

While seeing your hipbones as hippos-
I want only to kiss your boney braced teeth.

On finding love or lust in the backyard-
I will ask you to point out sparrows from the window. .

 

 

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