smoked tweed balky in drag

I take off my clothed dawn

from remaining fingertips

carved like a baby hung

by the nipple

in sad animal biosphere

tuned mammal impulse

I greyed with thought

striving for the monkey in me

feeling the tendon’s last paw

over silky hail mother

hanging the hung nipple

dawn-like, glossing in

desert meat-sucking way

a bleat a neigh a croak a sigh

shimmying the straight nipple