My Shelter

Ambrosia’s Adam apple

slender yet,

blown bumpy by

that one tell-tale feature of somebody male.

stepping steeply, a staircase-

runs right into a dream-

everything’s clean shaven,

your lips cry out

your lips scream out

for my feeble kiss.

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