by June 14, 2024 0 comments

Unkempt lawns
admit guests
to homes without hosts.
Skin untouched by skin
circulates its soreness.
An eager eye notes its noise.

Mind-pop flies me
inside your cote.
Attire impedes the famished.
In hungriness inclinations
are peeled of pretense.
The mind is the finest bed.

editors note:

Keep your notions to yourself and nobody gets hurt. – mh clay

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