Midday Fun

Skinny-scenting, sensual and drums,

quiet times in memory,

touch my taste and odor;

beat my burns until they heat.

 

My trapper of felines whose legs part,

more and more, sensual  in blue,

hot in black, nails dark,

at noon and half-past six.

 

Pull them tight, together; make them smoke.

 

Sunflower praying, heating up with

cooked-up fun – such sauce.

 

Breathe oil and grease; midday fun.

 

 

2012 Barry Comer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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