Poems in the wild #27

Poem #27 (10 of clubs) was released at Pound Bend in Warrandyte, on the Informative Sign. Then we watched a bunch of kids throw branches into the river and nearly fall in after them.

Scheming on the bed

pants in a heap of ink stains

stains the air into arousal.

Your arms are all undone for me

you rolled out the red carpet

carpet under my hips

rug burn on your knees.

I won’t fire till I can

kiss the whites of your eggs

eggs set aside for

first these years of

hungry appetites to fry.