Based On the Pictures We Will Make Together

Your book is bigger
than my stomach's face

projecting expectations
weave luring keypunch
innuendos input

uncross your hands
down this way
for the horny camera

in the summertime
now it's wintertime

body sheen talk
knowingly scaring off the teens

the valley behind us
punched out Lite-Brite papers

when you first thought it
we thought it together, we hoped
in the near dark

attach more pics
txt it out
it wasn't wrong

itchy piccolo
getting juiced up
in the mind of my pants

after an afternoon of
pulsating speculation

take your hands out of there
put them here
in this darkness

I wish
I could use my tongue
to find the moon