Whats at work

The gray scale news paper ink printing across the wide shallow depth view
Whats bigger than shoes
Are the feet that once filled

     Internal pain as the indigestion turns sour into sorrow
The unforgiving pain of the morning seeps into soul

     Each cowardly glance is hope for eye contact that will promises
If we talk the world will stop and the pretty smile will obey my every queue for gut wrenching laughter

     The soft skin under our arms
The sweaty pit that smells like weed
Or cotton
Mixed with pee
Grows the roughest hair that wraps the most timid squishy ball of deodorant
In its ever growing hands
To form the most circlet spears
Only for my washcloth to squish and stab as my finger scrub and scrape the residue
Irritation when pilling soap up on shampoo just to scrape the residual
Only to find a rash

     Sometimes on the perfectly timed days where the schedule hold for sexual frustration, in the middle of sweat and perfect smelling pubic hairs. Juniper thinl glides in with such ungraceful grace it even confuses him. He smells of lemons and to much cologne. But if I snicker now ill never be able to get close enough to sniff the hot moist breath of his exhaling. When juniper chuckles the mind stops for the smallest moment and the bredth of his chest puffs, yes. Dear juniper and your highly Slavic look and untimely hair cuts, I feel that thin gold grass falls to the ground more surely than the leaves of fall.oh juniper those eyes those cheating eyes what will she think if you look at trash the way you look at fidelity, the heat emitting from your flesh strikes a wobble in my legs arms and spine. Tingling tingling the hair on my neck almost stands as tall as your spiky hair. I want to dance on your bones baby, I wanna split the hive and burry the bees, but you have chains, obligations rather, to a lovely black haired brown eyed shorty. Makes me smile you make me laugh juniper, you make me laugh.

     
juniper thinl

where the cold weather splits
chips
I drip
The cold weather run up and down your back
Leaving bite marks
on your neck
Juniper such a fiery name for a tiny flame
Your face sweating honey
Your breast hard and packed
Like dumplings in a row
Leading a trail to a most unspeakable path
To the tip
To the last drip.
Green
Lime green for lemon smelling boy
Who only because she made you
Smell of something less
than who you are
Juniper
Why are you leaving?
But you didn’t say good bye
why