crumbled and rolled

daemons wrestling 10/27/2009

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 9:35 pm

it’s a feeling only comparable
with a kitten cuddled, commalike,
curled in the crook of your torso

when you wake up, not minding a flea,
it’s a feeling only relative
to the womb of your bed-tomb
in the starry early morning

when you take cream in your coffee,
it’s a feeling something similar
is the comfortable curtain
of your carefully scrunched curls,
framing your argument
so it favors me, beaming

as the contagiousness
of generosity catches on.


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