grab my flight

let's attach


garter on, roundling

priss the opening, edge the edges

I want to pillowfly

I want to gargle feathers


I want to drown in soft flight
to drown in frying

the band is startled
by the cumshot

it sounds a troubled drum


when we warped

when we flicked


tonight we fry
the feather sounds like the rasp of skin
on hair on skin

on a kiss