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