Boundless Place
Tuesday, October 22, 2024
dreaming of eights
Round, round,
a top and bottom—
touching, kissing,
meeting in the middle—
A snatched waist
beaconing—
inside so gooey like
two hot chocolate chip
cookies overlapped—
a tongue, infinite swirling,
dip it in milk
and I ate.
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