Gravitational Pull
you upon
my lap
push
inflating
while
dilating
my eyes but
you pump
my heart
it was like
a balloon
that had
swooned out
of the factory
of loneliness
so this different
cpr using different
lips leaves me a jar
with a pop
of something
coming off or
about to
so you
twist
hips a
little
and
let me all pour
out without any
ceremony my
can lids
've been
open
spilling over
your bowl
knowing
i want
you to
stir my
condensed
soup with
milk and
gravity has
nothing to
do with my
rising
balloon
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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