Tuesday, April 17, 2012

riding swiss hide - notes

take the
cool silver tube
into your mouth
the little prick
tucked behind your front teeth
and squeezzze
the truth out


i dream
of yr limey insides
like a tourist
with infinite precision
how to blow myself
out of love for you


i come home
to sleep in the warmth
of yr deep wisdom
the folds of a mother
or another
inert for a moment
and make it seem forever