where we live   between jackson square and

chinatown   san francisco




babygirl

 

marketa says   and you have to imagine

her czech accent   what is

it   babygirl   i look at her   i know i

 

have a helpless look of loss on

my face   i don't know   i

say   she's on me like a cat   sweeping

 

books and papers from the couch   is

on me   tearing   growling   

purring   digging deep   is this it   she

 

says   are you missing this   her hands all

over me   her mouth over

mine   come on   babygirl   come

 

on    come   on   come   on   i crawl into

her   no more words 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-31 at 00:39

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Bibek
Ha-ha. This is humorous yet honest. Like Ashe said, this poem complements your earlier poem.

Bibek
2018-11-01


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I believe the contract has been renegotiated, babygirl. I think you live in a really great spot where there is lots of action near you.
Ashe
2018-10-31