Lying under moon colored blankets
Two feet with fidgeting toddler toes
Entwine and thread like vines
Slippery fish-cold sweat
The funk of stale dry fluid
Mistaken for porridge
Honey- shine yolks drooling over
Snap sour toast that dance with
Green wrinkles of spinach
Bitter chest rind balances on
Tongues that tug and pull
Black oily hairs
Faces buried in animal satisfaction
Lapping up the hot pots overflowing with sweet breads
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
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