Morning Playground
Mornings watching the sun rise.
I'd drive a million miles to see it
Through his eyes.
I'm churning forever on
This spindle so sweet.
I'm digging my thumbs
And fingertips in deep.
If only he could taste the words
That linger
On my palette
Like a severed shining childhood
Put on display.
This erotic displacement
Was carefully concealed and covered up,
A highway victim
Bound with electrical tape.
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