MK punky


The Fine Line Between Transcendence and Impropriety


Making love with windows open

Sneaky breeze our messenger

Cries and screams

Out and in

Outward and inward

     Motor groan straining

     Schoolchildren chirping

     Your unclothed demand the neighborhood know pleasure

When I no longer could distinguish now from then

Famished claws pierced my shell

We knew we had arrived somewhere worth revisiting