"Infatuation can fill
the sensible with jello..."
It’s a deviance, really.
That germinates somewhere
between my hips and
takes flight when the bubbles
of the night hit my lips.
I become easier
than throwing a hula hoop
around a toothpick.
The sight of his mouth
gets me gone.
Can’t Crush the Crush
by Angela J. Perry
Infatuation can fill
the sensible with jello and
throw a little extra heave
in the bosom.
I’m not really sure
about how sure I am.
Slam dunk the miss,
shoot the ale through the throat,
and ponder another
brown skinned boy tryst.