develop

i want to develop you
press my wondering fur against yours

i was instructed earlier to cover you up
but I won’t until you prostrate across a multplication table

full of 8 years thrown all over the place
my grilled words are breath in the cold

my sweetened letters
like the letter tea, sweet tea.

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