I traced you a Basquiat drawn nose
And lowered the water to hit your back
Waxie going down contralto-
Lower and compact
Stripped off the silver as My brain turns filler
An Sovereign over me
Slanted like my cultures fame
Soddisfare me la chiave
Language our course
Granulated unshaven raws my skin on cheek
Hushed eyes, Forgive my meek
A blank tan
A cold fever
A mild background
Actuator goes wild-
We drove your floor albino, Carmel, and black
Taste buds tendered surrendered Traffic filled breathing
Moan to a mint on a pillow
Of Sodden adamant rythmic pulses
That's sewn in, sewn out.
Copyright ©2009 Lauren Leigh Montano
