*
.
the little one
approached me
looking up in stupor
what are you doing out here
engrossed in your beauty
cladded up that way?
.
he ignored my smirk
my pleading eyes
you have no fur coat
under neat your robe
is your silky pale
wintery skin…
.
that skin the big one seems
to love so much – the silken
and the watery he comes
looking for a great deal
I like him to like you
*
For other uses of this
time go to the great curvature
skipping the great wall
.
near the cardio enter
the antrum
feel the angular notch
.
frugal the time together
just bread and potatoes
on a stern bench
not much light
no candles
.
tears reflecting
a bit of life reaction
to coldness
.
searching for the skin
once soft, once warm, once was
a fold we would dive into
.
hiding wonders
what nerve
to run.
.
.
annamosca 