Posts Tagged ‘Poet Katie Lewington’

Sir, sleepy 

naked on the bed spill –
my drink drops skate down
my sternum –
i ask if you would like to lick it off gent-ly –
but you are asleep
i watch the trail go cold into my body


you between my legs
my stomach a rest for your head –
earwax glued to my belly
your snores vibrate against me.