striptease
 
saw you pop open
like a jam jar
thuck
And your hair was curling
thuck
and your hand was sneaking up the wall
to leave me gothic notes
like lace and
broken lace

today I ask you
to show me all your honey
you blush and turn away
whispering in latin to
your Spanish lover
and his mariachi fingers

i ask you again and you look suddenly serious
and tilt your head and make a line between your eyes

i know i know
once is a slip of the tongue
twice is
slipping it in

By Siddhartha

© 2006 Siddhartha (All rights reserved)

 

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