Apple-butter Charlie
Stony faced and awkward
Duly evening falls
And he sighs away the sun
Go heavy into
this home of his; Charlie’s in the cradle
Just kiss lightly
this capped head, he gurns toward the breast
Milky nectar oils
the nipples, and Charlie suckles life
Prays quietly; reels,
and rocks, and sways, and coos
Snip the umbilical;
plant and reap the lotus
Vulva weeps. Xylocopa;
Blood, like bees, mining you a void
Young zygotic
Charlie. Never yours.
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