We Mix
for t.l.c.

bleeding for you

poems all over
my bandaged heart

my heart-shaped
throw rug

my cum in the carpet
where you came too
when you came to

where you also drip

substances to write of,
to write with

poems to wipe up,
to wipe with

my poems are
our body juices


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
10:18 a.m. 24.01.08