Tame My Monkey for Smokes of Hot and Fetching Breath

Dizzy rates

high and lists of

bars lowered.

 

Tame my monkey

for smokes of hot and  

fetching breath.

 

Soon darling soon.

 

Polish to gleam

 

and inspect 

your hole.

 

 

Your encase and

clinks to ground

excite my ears.

 

Carry you yes.

 

Darling you  madden,

your tug of love;

the incessant call

to arms.

 

I love you dearest, 

hand of god.

 

 

2013 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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