No EagleA Poem by Anthony Medinawhen i’m a man is when my size finally finds use not lifting boxes but caressing holding the soft frizzied hair sweet smelling olive colored you, 5 foot 2, i notice it when you sprawl over my 6 foot something frame Marge & Homer call it cuddling but they divorced for an episode for the sake of modernity i smile when you borrow into my chest from my chin i can see how you feel rock swinging in a storm arms made for latching on latching onto what we most love in the other followed by what our mouths think is necessary even higher we get conceptualizing on such a degree can receive a ticket jail time, first time where ever we found what makes us write will be the most passionate response entailed for me it’s Long Beach you well there’s clues Red Woods up north, hopefully not where i committed crimes another time shorter hair no beard they won’t recognize me even when i only desire that they do. © 2016 Anthony Medina |
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1 Review Added on June 11, 2016 Last Updated on June 11, 2016 AuthorAnthony MedinaLos Angeles , CAAbouta 24 year old poet, writing the best s**t this side of the euphrates more..Writing
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