Thursday, December 13, 2007

A Fucking Poem (or A Poem About Fucking)

But that one time you told me
It wouldn't mean anything in the grand scheme
So I guess you're a liar with a mouth full of fat you're just trying to chew
And you told me, that one time,
We wouldn't remember in the morning
So I let you fuck me hard and slow with your hands on my wrists and my eyes on your face:

TEETH-biting bottom LIP
NOSTRILS-flaring and collapsing as you breathed in and out through your NOSE