The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - Wranch Dressing
Wranch Dressing
by
Heather Prudence Davis
In the pre-sents
of your fingers
(which I imagine
to be silky soft
smooth.)
My insides turn
I become drunk
obviously drunk
on the giddiness
of knowing
your willingness
anticipation
of placing
your gentle exonerate
magnetism flat up against
then mixing within
my colors while speaking
to me
with yr. git-tar.