Awfully Donkey

by jerrontables

How’d we grow jackassinine–
The colder stones in bloom.
We’d lie and look em in the eyes
If not for choked perfume.

We ooooh eeeee ooooh
demise inside.
A bride is to her groom
As we are to the vapor wraith
So longs to nester womb.

We all we are
We hard under the moon.
We cockle strut
through winter but
We paint our lovers June.