Unsure, With You

My legs don't fit
into this quandary...

... roll my boxer's
down over my knees
and lick the soft
part of my thigh.

I think I can speak
to you in Russian.
My toes want to
travel across the
borders to your
homeland.

Your fingers are
too much for
security, though.
They will have to
wait it out with my
legs in the background.
We can eat our lips
and drink tea until
we babble. These
plastic chairs aren't
going anywhere.

I have some sharpies.
Let's write our way
out of here, baby. Up
the walls and through
that window. Just start
talking with your heart.

You can wear my sandals
and I'll talk like I know
you. My passport is
ambiguous. I have never
been to Hawaii, but still
I know the sound.

Your tongue seems
baffled by my country.
Let me lead you over
my belly to a safe
neighbourhood. You
can hide in the shade
of my hair that curls
across the good stuff.

My toe curls toward
the window. Your arm
sleeps like danger
over my chest. I
want some chocolate
milk and conclusions.
Your breathing is full
of doubt. I can try
tomorrow to show you
where I am on the map.

But now there is fried
chicken and tomato soup.
It's all in the package you
paid for. I was good
for a few hours... you should
have read the fine print.

This cookie belongs
in your mouth. Say
goodbye with your smile
and taste how much I
cost. It was wonderful
crawling through love
with you. I love these
bandaids.

Reviews

[EvesDaughter]

hi
this is fantastic. i am really
impressed! i love the way
you use imagery - it's rather
quirky and delicious. Hope
to read more of your writing.
ciao