Beauty. A Relative Examination-To What? - Poem by A.j. Binash
Cease. That three-chinned-neck-nod.
Let us indulge
In microscopic dreams.
A dust mite’s dream.
Their intercourse is of the flesh.
With no prejudice
What varies is the taste.
But flesh tastes no different
To the right tongue.
A dandruff orgy!
Fit for a royal court, or the Senate.
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