Kat Sam


Sundays With John - Poem by Kat Sam

sunday morning dripping down
and thick with syrup sin
smeared with butter lustily
and slippery smile-ing

sideways forking pancakes as
you derby-read results
fries and toast like humor wry
with eyes which wetly waltz

over mouths that soft and warm
and not unlike this stack
lift sweet and map-ly, griddle-born
to pillow-lips and smack!

scrambled or like sunday morn
o'er easy eggy-wegs
strawberry and mixed fruit jam
you spread and I my legs

over-alls and under you
a glass of creamy white
you stir into your coffee
bid adieu, saturday night.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 7, 2009



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