Act Three - Guy Kettelhack - Poetry & Ephemera
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Grunting, Hunted, Blunt
Abrupt voluptuous
collision and collusion –
rude synapses snap –
the rabid bloom
of you fills
all the habitable
room in me.
Grunting, hunted, blunt:
I am a thing to do with
what you want.
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