Monday, February 1, 2010

Timber by David Lawrence

The glow is separated from the bowl like a yawn
While you are still sleeping.
I can’t find my fingers when they are kidnapped
By these gloves.
I suck on your air looking for candies
But give you my wallet
Because I am an all day sucker.
You arrived at the tip of my erection to build
Cities in my imagination.
I can’t keep away from you when you are in my face.
I like your confrontation.
The seal barks his last bark before turning
Into a wet log.
I am backstroking down the river with you on
My stomach.
When we arrive at our completion
I will look for inferences in your beginning.

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