Yearning
(Breast loved by blood)
after Maureen Seaton.
I have this yearning,
to bite mountains.
Leap
from her.
Breasts,
loved by blood,
lollipops,
cotton candy,
whimsical dresses,
slightly wet
and humid
dirt.
I have this yearning,
to know secrets.
Spiral notebooks,
timid voices,
and spongy kisses,
they smell like watermelon erasers,
they fill my mouth.
I have this yearning,
for
her.
