Friday, April 11, 2008
Nubs
My little me, I saw you nubs moving,
Lips twitching, sucking on golden nubs.
My heart you held in those little nubs,
And when you yawned you were preaching
Songs from the ages, and I wept.
When the fresh-cut grass draws a fullness in you,
Your nubs shall embrace me as I lift you up
To meet the sun, as your nubs dance
On my wet face.
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