Fresh Pome: But We Are All Things

[braz_king]

But We are All Things

You are access
to hold me
make friction on my skin
A matching form
to latch upon
The fall of hair for hands
to play in
And tips of nails along the scalp

Or skin to make a scent
That my nose consumes

A face to interrupt the space

Sculpture walks toward the washroom

And I’m a stiff protuberance
A form to rock upon
A furnace in the blanket space
A licker and a holder

A weapon on your hip

Better than all the other furniture!
Better than that chesterfield!