Appleseed
Aphrodite swung her hips up and down
the streets of Troy
there were no survivors.
Just the insect shells of Trojan men
who starved when they saw her:
the clamshell cover-girl w/ collagen puff'd lips
and much junk in thy trunk
enough to sink all the distant ships
On thigh highs like suicide, she stalks
leather 'n lace, fellating an apple.
Golden delicious,
molded for her embrace.
Every man was ravenous for a taste.
Would that I were born an apple seed in the ground
just to rise on branches above the ramparts
and fall
when I grew to heavy to live anywhere
but between
your lips.
Put cider in my veins,
boiling steady with each heartbeat
until it bursts through my skin
and I'm left with machetes
where my ribs used to be,
dicing up my insides
everytime I breathe in your Lavender
Aphrodite swung her hips up and down
the streets of Troy
there were no survivors.
Just the insect shells of Trojan men
who starved when they saw her:
the clamshell cover-girl w/ collagen puff'd lips
and much junk in thy trunk
enough to sink all the distant ships
On thigh highs like suicide, she stalks
leather 'n lace, fellating an apple.
Golden delicious,
molded for her embrace.
Every man was ravenous for a taste.
Would that I were born an apple seed in the ground
just to rise on branches above the ramparts
and fall
when I grew to heavy to live anywhere
but between
your lips.
Put cider in my veins,
boiling steady with each heartbeat
until it bursts through my skin
and I'm left with machetes
where my ribs used to be,
dicing up my insides
everytime I breathe in your Lavender