My tumble is a ginger chew
In its deficiency of qi
Pumps a microscopic melo-erotic energy
Lightweight great job
Colony of ants I sleep with
Tells a treat me, sweat out, sticking with their tongues out
Belly open up, let me take control
I know what's good for us
Can trust that they won't hurt us
Can see the me's we can't
The petted pleasure
The lamb of god
Don't make meaning be so cute
