teet teet

Like a mating call:

The peeps and bleeps

of carrying teets,

and smiles and style

of hand and feet,

when once the world

made simply of sheets

held tight to us amidst

smells of heat, and

when our peds caress

the each, my heart and

head stand tense a peace,

for every time we whoop and jeep

no one hears, not even the sheep.

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~ by Shawn M. Young on July 23, 2014.

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