by Brian McCloskey
All I want is to love you forever. Always wear tights, but avoid fishnets. If I’m not a piece of string or a vole. Look at me my lips are definitely and defiantly upon someone else’s lips. As far as we can determine, peanut butter has no effect on the rotation of the earth. Mainly I just know about possums. We’re about one baboon short of Bangkok. Be still until I put some gasoline lotion on you. I kiss you and I kiss you. You forgot the octopus. He thought eating beans was a crime. Poetry is an outpouring of frustration and love in the desperate search for a purpose. This is not like stockings. Black tights with a flash of red across the thigh like mad suspender tops. Oranges smell lovely when they burn. We are both quite sensuous and enjoy giving and receiving pleasure. The tuba’s caught fire again and no-one looks surprised. Honey, your stocking’s hanging down. And then have a sweet, passionate kiss. Why are you washing socks anyway? It is a dog. Can I just massage your thighs while you eat? All the shyness, doubts and delicate hesitations of first love. I do want a settled life of togetherness and foreverness. A man who stares at a rock must have a lot on his mind. A time for kissing and a time for not kissing. One employed exotic lingerie, mostly to pursue husband! The cat’s wearing my cardigan. Don’t kick the baby. We’re all lesbians in this town. The piano was excited - so excited because she didn’t have to masturbate for the first time in a long time!