and you never stop being afraid to fall by Bradley Mason Hamlin

lost
the words got lost
when
I slipped
into a daydream
about
the way
her boobs
feel
against my face
I
had a good poem
ready to be
cut
like new wood
a totem to whittle
something to
shake
at the universe
words:
a poet’s
monkey claw
telepathy
stumbling over
the brook of mind
but I got lost
somewhere
along her curves
and the wet
electricity
of her kiss
spinning dials
of the animal wild
a preview
a small look
at where we came
from
the other world
we left
because of this.

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