Love’s Chuckle Biscuits
A curtain bupps across the wall
as you dutch oven your love
elsewhere the grass is dropping
low in a meadow
The space in your head
travels in through
the holes in those eyes
LOOK
Your misheard meanderings
your snorty laughs
break them open like
Summer once again
Let Love’s Chuckle Biscuits
boink and spurt you right open
petals scattering on the pillows
Take leave of your partners
fart covered arms
You are around them
this whole moment
you move between molecules
Let Love’s Chuckle Biscuits
boink and spurt you right open
petals scattering on the pillows