You can hold your breath like a handgrenade
while walking a line that’s drawn in
smeared lipstick
just the thing when you’re
trying to lose your balance
half-way thru a rain dance
in the rain
& I turn to her & I say
“You are voluptuous”
because “voluptuous” is such a beautiful word
as in “bleeding voluptuously
all down the front of your shirt”
making my poor heart moan
The needle’s in the bag
as she said it would be
along w/a nickle’s worth of something
dyed the color of nature’s plan
