THE GIRLS
To be able to
three sheers pressed tight
beneath the beer-fed lacquer of morning
To not have to
each behind a boy
the new-mana of packed beasts in ruins
To prefer not to
the fuck-callin-wavin-out
held fast in the close thickets
the skin unmarried
blood unenvied by the unself-slag
and appetite seduced by promises’ throat
me-you seduce me
To not wanting to
belting along
the constant minima of roads
crossing their hearts
or was it the most intimate-part?
lettin im do whatever he wants
in the convulsed breath of copula
Because each scrawled name
is necessary
for the unleavened silks & hems
To be able to
three sheers pressed tight
beneath the beer-fed lacquer of morning
To not have to
each behind a boy
the new-mana of packed beasts in ruins
To prefer not to
the fuck-callin-wavin-out
held fast in the close thickets
the skin unmarried
blood unenvied by the unself-slag
and appetite seduced by promises’ throat
me-you seduce me
To not wanting to
belting along
the constant minima of roads
crossing their hearts
or was it the most intimate-part?
lettin im do whatever he wants
in the convulsed breath of copula
Because each scrawled name
is necessary
for the unleavened silks & hems