Poem: Angel Arse

On appetite.

Angel Arse

You arrive home

and your underwear is

already in my mouth.

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The morning light drips

onto sleepless eyes

and shredded wit.

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I rummage through the sweat

of days,

full;

leaking.

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The papers demand I’m despicable;

and leaning in

exhausts.

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You lift me

to eclipse,

and tether me,

all the same;

witless and serene.

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An unreeling appetite,

gorged on angel arse.

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