Covered in Cum

Nicole Rose Schoonbrood

Outside your bedroom window 
How many ants do you count? 
I’m watching grass blades 
Shadow soldier off to work 
Pants on, shirt slipping down

But do you remember?
Who wished for virgin feathers 
And hibiscus drunken cheeks 
Quick to digest, easily erased

You said you don’t judge dolphins
On their doggystyle but look at us 
Pussyflagged love developed on screens 
Too bright to hide from ourselves

Elbows bending begging to split 
Make sure you tie the knot or 
Your boat will fly away
Dancing ocean above
Waves, please stay:

Spit into my mouth 
Call me a good boy 
A pretty boy
A worthy boy
A memory

Between neon light nights blinding
These aching pomegranate grape
Birthmarks appear on shy skin and I
Cannot seem to blame anybody but myself anybody 
But myself would laugh at my foolery, even ants know
There is not enough of their colony to clean me up.

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You can find Nicole Rose Schoonbrood on Instagram @rosebrood