Monday, April 30


What a word
like elegance
— like fluttering
gown out ankles
on a stairway.
one of my first,
opening up
and there,
always there,
a wishbone —
splayed over
cunt —
thighs halved by
an equator
of protrude.
more four she
lay inviting
to suckle twat
‘OK then’
and gracilis smiling
in its function
n folly
holdin the chandelier
by its base
twenty kilos
of diamond and gold
held apart
by the gracilis muscle.

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