I pump in ink.
Like the Egyptians and their papyrus
I tattoo your skin.
My spit
Covers you,
Bathes you,
Warms you,
Conforts you,
Saves you,
Blankets you.
My spit is my word,
My love for you.
I'm a lyric girl as
You know
I am a poetry chick.
You can come with me in
My mouth
Warm and deep
Like three syllable words
Are Moist
And they spit
At you.
Inside of you,
It erupts.
Like a melodic volcano that
Caresses you in a way
Which makes you
UNCOMFORTABLE.
I'm a poetry chick,
Find me a rooster to lay.
Find those eggs full of
WISDOM
And brake the shells.
Slippery,
A zero calorie home,
Transparent and full,
You are a bubble girl, my friend.
There is room for you under my membrane.
A.
