Mutant Feelings

by

Heather Prudence Davis

If there were do overs in life
Or a tyme freezer
We could lie down next to each other
For one night.
Would we wish an eternity?
I feel your soft breath
Whispering up the back
Of my thighs.
If there were do overs
It would be possible
We could take it back
And not one would be
The wiser.
Let's just freeze tyme
Shut it down
Keep it to ourselves
For a while.
(They won't even notice.)
I think I would smother you with kisses like gravy over mashed potatoes nibble and savor the magical convectionary taste of your long fingers like a chik 0 stik swirl my tongue around your belly button like the tip of an ice cream cone lik your thighs like a popsikle your toes are tasty like popkorn i would devour your sensuality and give you mine in return.
If I burn a candle
And a nagchampa
Meditate sitting on your name
Will it bring your soul strangling eyes and
Haunting hands to me?
You have not yet arrived
Yet somehow thru my layers of smoke
You are here.
I can feel you over there
Maybe a mile away in your swimmin trunks
My smoke will reach you
That I'm sure of if anything.
Do you like it?
I wish you were here sitting in our comfortable silence
C'mon over drink a beer listen to beck do some reading. There's no need for language only your presence. I miss you. How many millions of moons and fake saturdays and loves and walks and careers and candles and vehicles has it been anyway?
You were on the opposite side of the fabrik
Since your return I have entered a tragik state
On near constant discombobulation.

Now, I have some climbing to do.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Cabin Fever
by: Sunnyone
from: Stoke-On-Trent, England, UK

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