Poetry: She ain’t making it up
By Nic Custer Dec 2009
She ain't making it up
because her imagination
is naturally beautiful.
She doesn't have to
wear a masc-to-take-care-a
the stories written for me.
Those Maybellrings that
circle her (I)s in brilliant red,
I'm her teacher, it must be said,
but she is teaching me
each time her words roll off her,
lips sticking to mine
whispering succulent lies with
her tongue. She may be young
but those blush brush stokes
follow the calligraphy of her cheek bones,
of this page and I am taken in ecstasy
as I wait to pass back her short story,
done up for the occasion,
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