Crawling Through
why the morning eye-glazepainting me like paper
in pale and simple flowers?
so quickly you've forgotten
I was icing on the muffin
sweet as butter cream last night
last night I was worthy
of your hands and knees
crawling through me
bending over when you told me to
leaning forward like I always do
winding limbs around you
like the taste of pressured wine
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