/ oh boy /

imaginary toast crust to end breakfast
fresh day opens for boundaries to be adjusted
kleenex bookmarks stuffed between pages
promised progress in disguise of sloppy trashes
replaced pair of scissors to tackle delayed haircut
sharpen authority to follow to trim and grow edit details intuition, discernment, for trials and error to edit
all ears for itches to be reached
courage for desires, personal and intimate
and for more to be seek from behind
where I can taste the sweetness of your skin

Where I could taste the sweetness on his skin

Thick and wild and hidden
Is the sweetness there that grows

I watch him, he’ll need it.
I watch him, he is done
let there be a story
dwindle the shadows have come back