K reads ‘ Suns # 1,2,3

Original poetry written and performed
by Katya Mills, 2014
all rights reserved

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why my glass eye erotic

a little bluegreen
marble
microclimate
   pressured with
pumped air
rolled
      across me
                while i slept

up the rubbery
sole
between the index
and fore
toe
told

and on it rolled
up the bald peak knees
cascading view of bedsheet seas

then down the
summit
skin
line
to my triangle
flats

where the clearing
opens
to a depresdion
a sacred private land
unbeknownst
to man

kind
warm belly
soft dune to the tune of
unbuttoned
fertile ground
porous
browned by sunlight

she circled back the belly
button dropped in
to say hi
then glided effortlessly
tickling my ribs
and into the moistened
valley alive with heartbeating
underground

between my
small surrender
of breasts

my tits
my flesh
my life

still life
soft surrendered
to sleep

this small sweet rolling
sensation
to dream
cut an x game
half pipe aerial off
the bluff!

why
my eyelashes
butterflied
as the bluegreen
sensation
skated up the lip
of my chin
and three sixty
nined
divine!

landed impossibly
between my lips
where by my
sudden
surprise

why
my breath
did the rest!

flew it into my eye and
thats how i got my
glass eye

Neptune. god of sea

Neptune
god of sea
worshipped
at the altar

for years
we knew
the rock
Gibraltar

made of masthead
sheets and sailors
songs

crosses
bones
precious
stones

bankrolled by
imperial loans

prayers carried far
from heavy hearts
ashore

on backs of breathless
gales and whales
the salty groans
the rusty nails

out
beneath  the slender cut of
moon beneath the silent shimmering
waters
eye

beneath it all in
solvent lye

Neptune fills
an invert
sky

syntonic and gin

Green tea
helps me
dream in blue

black tea
add cream
add dream…

adieu

how do we
say goodbye
to sugar packets-
with waves?

bloody marys
in a mind

syntonic
and gin

skateboarding
a rail lookin
thinner than
thin

suddenly frail
of constitution

devoted 2 smiles
scrapes and
nail files

the sanding away
of our selfie
projectile

burning it smooth
with a signature
move

me i’m all outta
somethin 2
prove

(you gave me) your word

i said what
you heard
the cat killed
the bird

the sprinklers wave
water wands

they
cross us
in third

i don’t really know
the thumb
told
the toe

decidedly situated
at odds
in
the snow

the bird killed
the cat
now how about
that?

the fingers crossed
toes and the
half

and the
half

had to laugh
having heard just one
third of the
word

you gave me
your word

you said what
i heard now
say…

what good
was that?