The Kama Sutra of November 1
I will misinterpret your thighs
like a Ouija board, spill
onto your neck like alcohol,
unmask your denial.
We will moan, fail
like a seance; pay no mind
to our skeletons watching
from the closet.
The Kama Sutra of November 1
I will misinterpret your thighs
like a Ouija board, spill
onto your neck like alcohol,
unmask your denial.
We will moan, fail
like a seance; pay no mind
to our skeletons watching
from the closet.
