disquietingmuses
"Bee Butt" Copyright 2000 Dancing BearThorn In Your Paw
As you sleep
I rearrange perfume decanters,
bobby pins,
body lotion.Last night I took a sliver
from your foot
soon all the reasons for my staying here
will end.You never warned me
you would turn soft
that I would stand over you with a dust cloth
and watch you snore.Now that I've removed the thorn
you want more;
there must be a way to clean
without waking you.