brunch with a kay
orange juice with a fork
i feed you who are naked naked
from the beak of your stork
my very own brunch in bed playkid
yes i poach your eggs
Sautée your spinach lemonpepper benedict
left nipple specked with coffee dregs
our minor snooze that never ticked
your skin..like skin your eyes like skin
my hair dead nature and yet oh so warm
your eyes slant hazel thus balsamic sin
and musique as melo as an avantstorm
the scratch on my bum its from you
too lazy yowe me some neosporin
oh by the way didnt know you could mew
the way you mewed towards the mornin
come back dont pee or shower
i miss you look my side is getting cold
i hear my grays i taste so sour
old nuisance stale full of mold
what took you pillowblankethead
i almost wondered where you were
i really worried id be breaking bed
without you in the moments spur
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