Monday, October 4, 2010


and in the space
between seen
and how this heart reacts
I break like an egg,
cracking, splitting at the thought of your unbroken yolk

like a beast sung to while milking.
I pull
softly and strong,
hands caloused with fear
while your fluid emits, 
untasted and pure.

lap, lap, lap
the weak go on tasting
and with emptiness, he gives.
shaking hands beg
answered by a filling pail.

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