body

my body is old
where is this skin’s wonderland?
tucked inside wrinkles?

the twigs of my arm
exfoliated and cold.
boney and creaking.

my throbbing pink worm
stronger under your soft touch.
my milky milt melts.

the drum beat goes on
like my mother’s heart beating.
upon her bosom.

the muscle that whines
plucked from my toes to my spine.
my fettle not fine.

sweet slumbering sleep
embrace me in your soft arms
into your bosom.