“b” words + bits of poetry

October 19, 2023

balmy
beets
bloodstone
blister
bright
beldame

Every lover has been a coward,
Has left me fearful of daring,
Glaring on the carousel hummingbird, your fox

I want you to touch yourself
but you avoid the fates and sleep through every goddess spectacle
not to be happy, but to be dreamy

My tongue is my trove of sound and pleasure.
The moon rises, a magic apple,

A bubbling and psychotic cauldron of myth and perversion,
I love to eat the soil with you and yodel the sound of pleasure
into your throat

Take your song to the things with beaks
To the sirens, to the cliffs,
Take your bottle to the sea,
Swim yourself to me

Glittering, regal as a moth,
chartreuse and ghostly,
doom-laden melon of the mind

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