04-22-2017, 04:25 AM
Heated
When they sprinkle
their fairy dust on her,
she changes into a sow.
At first she fretted, imagining
a pomegranate in her mouth,
a piercing spigot pirouette,
even the sounds
of eager sharpening.
Now she finds
the fury of their flab
beautiful, delicate,
whispy veils of safety:
her speed pass
outta here.
When they sprinkle
their fairy dust on her,
she changes into a sow.
At first she fretted, imagining
a pomegranate in her mouth,
a piercing spigot pirouette,
even the sounds
of eager sharpening.
Now she finds
the fury of their flab
beautiful, delicate,
whispy veils of safety:
her speed pass
outta here.
there's always a better reason to love