Tuesday, October 25, 2011

1. a dirty poem

i want you to drive my hips
while I drive your truck
as we inch through Kansas
sleep through Oklahoma
and crawl through Texas
just to lay
our naked legs tangled together
stripped down
on the coast;

to jump in the dirty water
with our legs kicking below us
my sunburned breasts bobbing
to laugh loudly, cackling as we
catch salt in our mouths;

to make love to you outside
with the Southern sun beating down
as the mosquitoes squirm
to get closer to our bodies;

to make the mockingbirds
call out in danger
to make your old hunting dog howl;

to taste your tastes
on every space of your skin;

your fingers leaving bruises
on the backs of my thighs
small plum smudges as a
sacred souvenir;

i want to know you in every sense of the word.

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