MOTORVEHICLE draft1
- Ale
- Oct 1, 2019
- 1 min read
MOTOR VEHICLE IN A SACRED PLACE
Mom and I
peddled on through
with cotton stuffing
in our bellies
and thin twine
confirming our figures
I was sick with
guilt and excitement
“yes, please!” I inwardly cried
as I eased off the break
cold knees and eyes wide
“oh, please!” please forgive me
love doesn’t call
(how dare I ask for more)
you touched
my parted lips
last night
while I slept
and I dreamed it was him
“yes, there!” shoulders soft
and
unencumbered
you’ve been this way before
tried to kiss me
underneath tall chutes of bamboo
kapu
kapu
turn away from lore
meet me
alone
at the cave by the shore
“baby, don’t!” my fists, sore,
slink down again
and
purple
slumps
(lazy) out from
rehearsed tresses of green and yellow
s l o w
slow
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