My home.

Green chair that knows my sighs,
Floating wood coffee-table, that fears my feet.
Bex put the kettle on.

5 miles in a circle,
holding hands with an angel,
who thinks he is a wisp of wind.

Timing an egg takes practice.
Make sure to butter your toast,
breakfast under cover.

Quiet confessions of depravity,
sexy kneecaps on parade.
Some whispers are worth shouting.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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