Swap
all clothes are free and the house is unlocked
all my bumps are longer, squawk and flop
i love these ladies though, i wish
to stere clear their
knits and tortures and fixings
a nut dish still covered in plastic wrap, reflecting the light,
a sun to mope our legs around
in rounds we taste and rub each other’s garb
the evening is exacting
to me what i mean
it ends by one by one
i love especially the ones that stay late to clean up
and ask where i have thrust my future beds
mostly i am in my one current bed, i say
mostly, i look my nail bed in eye
shine shine, each shape!
i am not your shape!
i will wear their shorts to sex!
i say.