JawbonesA Poem by butt muncher
Mascara clumps form
In the same areas of our eyes Our ribs are crushed into our lungs Her feminine frame Never with closed fists A gentle alternative Jawbones withered Milky cream lotion A striking collaboration With red apple balm In our corners with angled thumbs Bouncing from the alleys The elephants might see our touches The pastors might force a prayer The bricks will secure us both Her scent is a pseudonym For our what's in between My skirt torn Knee bloodied Throat closed With desire
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butt muncherNCAboutMy stories suck but I share them anyway in case someone thinks otherwise. I mostly write plays because even though I find that my stronger area of writing comes with my narration opposed to the dialog.. more..Writing
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