Me

Squatting in the bedroom closet,

finding what I must deposit,

shoes were moving,

floundering instead of bossin'.

Brilliant light of thoughtful night,

securely in the breath and sight,

of all and none, they were undone.

Swooping, groping, each and one,

rolling over, I was done.

My air was hot! I thought not.

Better than the hamper sought.

Kissing, sweating, naked they.

Arms and legs ached away.

Did they quit?

or find the weight?

"No" to inquisitions whip!

I just only ached a bit.

Somewhere, Someday, I'll be a trip!

The way they are, I will scar.

No sum, No dumb, no way, Guitar

will play for me when I am Three.

Help me? Save me?

Please, don't play me.

I cannot say "me".

K.A.P.