Just you,
unresponsive
bickering, in your T-shirt
and panties.
Can you be satisfied?
Gliding in, I shove you hard
onto the bed.
The sky cracks as if slashed by a knife.
Let it feast on the air
while i feast on you.
Binding you with hidden fetters
I produce my scissors,
cut your cotton off,
Partaking of worlds both visible
and veiled,
Undiluted and unpolluted,
you growl at me
as I conquer you and your
angry fountain,
lead you back to love,
bring you into sweetness
again.
































February 4th, 2008
Kelli Jae Baeli 

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