Cupkeyk (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cupkeyk) wrote,@ 2009-07-02 20:17:00 |
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| Entry tags: | english, laurence, not mine, poetry |
Thursday, July 2, 2009 8:17 PM
Oppressive
the way your grin crept
like tiny legs of cockroaches on my arms
the underside;
(where the splash of Tokyo took refuge to de sanitize the smell of my early morning
disembowelment)
compared to your underside
supple when i accidentally brush
from your sofa.
You are on the bed
Married to the thought of bouncing
while dancing
to Mama Becks.
