Original Poem
GOLD RUSH
mammillary tissue
worth its weight
in gold.
a kodak,
with a face attached.
heart throbs
and palpitations
in all the right
places.
nothing sang
quiet like
their lips.
whispers ran
as their portrait
spread like wildfire.
who said
that body must be made
of wife material?
the fruit
was ripe:
For
No
Ones
Picking.
it is a moment frozen
(and shared).
I wish I could have said to them,
— that they looked incredible.
A force to be met,
the next time teeth touch dick.
Those
two round ovaries,
full of force and fury.
I bow down,
just looking is a love spell.
My queen of the underground.
♦️
