Tatt That
By D. A. Powell
kiss
upon
kiss
they
grow
into
this
they
wish
your
shad
roes
hand
sock
hard
rock
cold
toes
will
blow
warm
will
blow
cold
they
just
raid
your
hash
then
like
meat
bees
with
your
cash
they
give
they
take
form
like
your
fist
over
love
Source: Poetry (May 2018)