Body Party*

by ern modern

A feverishly wet thumb across
the joint double take of an eye.
Ear lobe hangs in the balance.
a wet pulp, a followup kiss.
And with it all I grasp Nylon where
leather should be. Confusion
proceeds understanding.
Cuffs before whips. Tongue before
otherwise strange succulation.

*Honorable mention, asinine poetry literary contest, spring 2002

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