4.2.10

Fuck My Life by Cody Davis


 This poem is supposed to model Emily Dickinson's technique 


       
Fuck my life –
But kiss It softly –
And under sheets
Move Your hands deftly

In – out – in Its ear
Say Its name while mounting 
While sweat fills Ponds across Its chest
And ripples from Heart pounding

And as Life’s eyes roll back – in head
As if to see dreams prepare –
Let, “Love,” spill – into Its mouth
And turn red Its once blonde hair.

Release – lay your head against its chest
Listen to my life’s breathing
Sporadic gasps – cough up – your word
Then my life is no longer living



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