SiS

An Erotic Story

They never told me whether and I wanted to and they had paint.  I watched through my holes yoga women which did something.  He thought he was a respecter of women because he said he liked eyes more than he liked their breasts.  I liked the idea of not liking anything particularly though I thought of licking and liked it too.  I was thanked and watched hers.  I liked knowing that licking was not liked particularly.  I was thanked again and watched through my holes, it didn't really matter how.  Looking was mostly not liked.  But they never told me and I wanted to.  Later I thanked women then bought something like a sleeve of paper cups.  A woman wore something but I don't remember.  He reminded me and was thanked and I was later thanked for not looking and for being reminded.  I wasn't able to say anything else and I thought of cinnamon buns.  They didn't say they liked this.  I mostly wanted to be with them but I thought of cinnamon buns instead and I was thanked this time by more women than ever before.  They soon didn't thank me and I went back to buying things at the bakery or the party supply store.  After I didn't care I just imagined I watched through my holes.  He told me what she wore and finally I watched hers.  I didn't like the feeling and was thoroughly thanked.

cell phone

if then why'd you ever born about said 3

III.

they're swamped under the waves the

      seaweeds chew greener

the thing you told me not to do lasted outdoors

      it sand trapped my pelvic region

taking the bus might to soothe the hair

      for relaxing might on legs

you can't stand as he above to whom dogs

      toward in spring patio asks who slow

the neanderthals hunting elk meat

      conservation looked geographic

potted compost tinges skins is

      the wind is he's mouthing

it's not trying to be anything if morning not while

      dipped fur and loving me

guttered jaw tasting lands on

      barbecued frozen fish lamps

can't stay out all night possibly goes swims

      hearing windows didn't

sure first night waiting a minute gives stopping

      some sauce for processed bread

baby where you going if not for fair trade

      turkish rugs like bubbled glass

connect the wheels to the microwave

      conservation compost consume compost

if then why'd you ever born about said 2

II.

offered caramel fruit in of the walls

      sadly wooden moments bamboo

that too drinks bubble grass

      until lips percussion dying found her

wake me up in freshening

      tasting lands told me you loved

if morning not while and not shelving

      dipped fur before until after shivered

antelope skull taking the bus soothing

      wind-covered mouths chew

if then why'd you ever born about said

      dig in trees time start business but enjoy

set there fog as he above to whom dogs

      felt under that more nods see the beyond

barbecuing fish in an earthen cave

      when something not of nature

the because something not of nature makes

      that's still pictures possibly goes swims

other islet but will to through every though

      all still like in the cracks

it connects its own carries toward in spring patio

      didn't it sweet outdoors asks who slow

I felt their tips under waves

      right there in the parking lot

if then why'd you ever born about said

I.

be thinking how strange it'd be
     to say wants rug or goat horns

or any future contexts of it
     and if music is permitted

the neanderthals are in mountains
     then don't miss you

there meaning to me
     nature mostly in windows

that hides are rugs too of bubbled glass
     pink flashes between trees

picture it puncturing antelope skull
     with walking stick

one time I say to him you've
     dug yourself into an earthen cave

looking like a succulent diorama one's
     on a bluetooth talks to self

freshening light green air let's say
     of a commune someone's planning

and then they come up they rip his limbs off
     right there in the parking lot

drunken of that so snow-driven
     trees and the brown hairs that cover

and some at the lake you're feeding
     processed white bread