Tags
beastly comforts, bleat me, bull girl, erotic poetry, kablooey, kiss crazy, poem, rugby, scrum, sonnet
Fat “B” in “balsamic.” — As in, the noise
you make glazed — “B” in “burst” and “kablooey.”
“Oui, spurt.” Beastly comforts. Raspy tomboy’s
face gets splattered just the same. “Oui, rugby.”
“B” as in “butch” with “beef shoulders.” Notchy
hips. Half dollar scar from scrum, rucks and mauls.
Curvy sinner heat. Makes us kiss-crazy.
Makes you shimmy out of your shorts. “Oui, brawls
in bed,” you call this. Hunched blood apple. Stained
bruises. Broken rib. — You could break me. Bleat
me. Make me go blind. — What does the tattoo’d
“B” on your thigh mean? You never explained
standing in my bath. All bull-girl athlete.
Brawler of beds. Insatiable and crude.