Meleed the Jams
Like the leaking
honeybucket
in content
imperious bliss,
we sacrifice
mingle rug
to hush,
fray nervous edge,
silken undulants,
puckered enclave,
dissipate calm surrounds,
and melee plums
onto disable
plate.
.....Slump.
Fill a tray with cake.
.........Slithe.
Dissolve
Across magnetic fields
I float like loafback
to you: into your nook
undulations. You’re gloved,
over workboot caked with mud
at the prow. Yet again you take my load
as blue baubles and errata overflowing
the barrow, spreading the rubber
of my overtaxed uniwheel.
You ease back my worn hat
against your neck’s valley crook,
release my steam valve,
jimmy the fliptop latch.
Calloused of shovel and pickern,
still you reassure and coddle
(as with hollow fluffbunnies
expelled from the aftercloud)
my throbbing and mottled putty.
I’ve been tainted too many ways
to allow me dissolve into you, but
you’re strong of arm and warm.
I bubble up a little in your hand.
Like with jelly in a jar, you ease fingers
into the crack of my corpus colossi.
Powder Balm
I powder the balls, web cob cadge a lift.
Plush hymen on me between the bullocks,
and snow whitehead sole blot on supplejack.
Squint dote nook while hops abound, petals
rose, tip the concierge. Girl, you can jig!
ragwaisted and hatless, I trundle out
a sullen auger glut under sundown strand.
even ingle-huddled for the hag.
