one poem by c.p. harrison

ow
 
 
of breath
 
 
working
back and forth
in
and
 
 
over
 
 
my lip
 
 
through
my teeth a
bit
of
 
 
your
 
 
wet neck
 
 
your
fur, that smell
of
mine
 
 
round
 
 
your mouth,
 
 
you
stare, i collapse
surprised
you’ve
 
 
not
run
 
 
C.P. Harrison is a poet of silly/vulgar/beautiful things and lives online at http://saturnfence.blogspot.com and http://flarfku.tumblr.com

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