Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Monday, April 1, 2013
Three Squirrels
Three Squirrels
Ice cold rain washes in the Solstice
Winter wind waves through the
Tentacles of black leafless trees
Reaching toward the silver sky
As three squirrels dart up and down
The network of entangled limbs
Fucking
There is no better way to say it
Fucking in the rain all three
Falling over and over one another
Chasing and interchanging who leads the
Charge
Until they stop and swing
Over and over one another nose to ass
Then doggy style no way of discerning
Gender in the wet pelts of their furry
Fucks
As I sip hot Earl Grey tea and eat tuna fish
Wondering if what they feel
Is true love
Jack 12-20-12
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