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

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