Sheet Tune
there are butterflies under the sea
and fish in the air today
willows wept over the moon
and stars giving
distance away
nothing is
as it seems
come here
let’s discuss
it in bed
where words
lose their shapes
with their spurs
and fingers with lips
run in herds
let us interpret a rose
in the way that an ear
wraps around
and tasting each other
suppose
we speak
from the tongues
of no talk
and stretch out
our skin beyond
these outlines of bodies
we’ve chalked
Copyright © Sam Poole | Year Posted 2020
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