What he is to me

a warm loaf of finest bread
I'd love to sneak under my armpit
and run with it
as if my pants were on fire

rowdy nerv under his
steely tortoiseshell
perfect for empty inaudible
knocking at

(it echoes splendidly)

little off the hook
beast from Rezija
who'd look very glam
with my pink belt
around his neck

thermal spring
I need to revive my
coagulation