Thing Two

Thing Two

A Poem by Consuela Burke

Thing Two
Sprinkler toes
raspberry tips
summer camp
rocking hips.
Whirring ceiling.
Doe eyes doe knees
For tricking, kneeling.
Listen, little braids
your mother's dead.
Funny pages
sun soaked
downy head.
Magic fingers
ripe banana.
I fall upon
the rhubarb tongue
like manna. 

Fold beneath
This dying tree
You 
Writhing
Tiny
Supple sea.

© 2014 Consuela Burke


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Mannnn, I've read a few of your poems but cannot read into them, I'm thick you see m'dear. Is this sex ??? Great name by the way, love it.

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