Wednesday, May 8, 2013

As if in Some God’s Cosmic Lap

Oh, spacey naked
Baby Boo!

What is to be
done with you?

Warm upon a sweet
pink flannel wrap,

you lie as if in some
god’s cosmic lap,

your body in-between
two halves of nap –

ever at the brink
of happy heaven –

fat and smooth and ripe –
at forty-seven.


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