sexfig
eating a fig in slo mo
it smells like bush rain
teeth on seed sounds
like bark tearing apart
and the tree falling
the fruit slides against my body
throat
the stem disregarded after all
thankyou, stem
my body slides against this chair
to rub
three legs lifting off the floor
i want her later
fig juice taste
like bitter bush rain
the sun comes in my window and hits my book on the word
frugal
but i will thank fruit
and think to give, give, give
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/6rniiw/when_the_phone_rang/dl79u3x/
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Posted Aug 5, 2017, 3:01 PM UTC
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