to rid the hide of the shallow-ville pride
cradling the breath that I see
only one foundation
squirting thoughts all over your luscious smile
to shout the rest of how I can’t imagine
the secrets that don’t go further
than my allusive door
loosening my bra
to undo the music
that I soak in
on your cushioned floor
at night when it’s just me
and the sound of my
naked mind…
Jen Juice 