Teapots About
by KJ
She cut the foggy future out of my
dustbin brain with one kiss on the ear
right before her pulpy tongue wormed
cozily into my ear & softly whispered
in resounding, orotund, velvet vibrato:
"i must have skies, & gulls, & suns & sand with you.
i want to see you perfect & splashed frivolously onto an erotic, tan canvas.
my strokes will relax you into blue, liquid mush & you'll be a background
from my diving brush
as your irises shrink when you gasp at how I've sucked the white from your
clouds."
that's when I asked for her confession:
"How much to hear the lie that you're a Virgin?"
She told it freely: this lie enchained as her one forfeiture...
because I paid her in Good Heavens to sit for portraiture.
by KJ
She cut the foggy future out of my
dustbin brain with one kiss on the ear
right before her pulpy tongue wormed
cozily into my ear & softly whispered
in resounding, orotund, velvet vibrato:
"i must have skies, & gulls, & suns & sand with you.
i want to see you perfect & splashed frivolously onto an erotic, tan canvas.
my strokes will relax you into blue, liquid mush & you'll be a background
from my diving brush
as your irises shrink when you gasp at how I've sucked the white from your
clouds."
that's when I asked for her confession:
"How much to hear the lie that you're a Virgin?"
She told it freely: this lie enchained as her one forfeiture...
because I paid her in Good Heavens to sit for portraiture.
About KJ:
KJ likes to write poems a lot.
KJ likes to write poems a lot.
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