Underneath your laughter
A pigeon squeaks.
Wings flutter furiously,
A pregnant meeting stuck
To its leathery ankle.
It rolls through your smile
Barely breaking free
Your dozing mandible.
What does it all mean?
–
I follow your eyes
To her north-pointing breasts
Surveying her physics
Her incomprehensible beauty.
That face which needs
No introduction and those sweet
Pollinating lips which mate
Eagerly with yours;
A welcome deeper than warranted.
–
I treat her with careful hands
And shades of awe-inspiring envy.
My heart unwilling to report
To its more cumbersome brain.
Whatever I feel, whatever I lack
I carry with me, bracketed inside
A withering pump. Silently,
Stewing in my contagion and hers.
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