scrap-paper trumpeter, fall all over me,
swing. your elbowed desire around my neck.

your fringed fingers run along those strings
the vibrations of your tickling skin,
feel more to your touch.

and, sweating elephant plateaus puppeteered by you,
fly all over me. tease. all over me.

give away your theft-backed flying, cape-goating rage,
finger-scraping pitch-starving lust-raving hunger
give away your soul-scented cords with every breath-holding eyelash
that crawls it’s way to my palm.

02/15/2003

Posted on 02/15/2003
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