here are my feelings:
naked and crude with ripeness,
dripping like uncooked
meat
my love is too big for these hands --
my eyes, too small to see.
i lack the instruction -- the skill...
the stench of this sense
beats down my defense
here are my feelings:
naked and crude with ripeness,
dripping
like uncooked meat
we'll eat the fruit (if it's covered in sugar)
we'll eat the fruit (if it's covered in sugar)
here are my feelings
i present to you:
shivering and vulnerable -
naked and crude
from indifference -
rotten off the slab;
stripped
like uncooked
meat
what are you waiting for?
dig in --
eat.
