Painting Nails

we rely on this
bedtime delusion
unspecifically pretending to be
getting something from this
limitation of love nesting
which is so limitless
that actually
becomes hard to take
it on this easily
since I've had always heard that
love is a pain in the ass,
ironically,
there's no itching in the butt
and we both feel awight
...don't we?
we play
this painted nails fest
down under the sheets
shading the hue
of this crazy rapture
and I never really enjoyed nails
releasing this high concentration of tones
'cause
it leaves all the room
pretty in red
drunk by a rainbow
that encolours our love
and mental fusion
so much that we become ONE
big developed body
with ramifications
and fingers
with nails
skin-coloured regular fingernails
"paint your nails",
I try to require
with the colour you
want them to be painted with
but don't come and ask me
to paint them for you
I wouldn't even lift a finger
or a toe
to make them red
white
or pale pink
or blue -
- not regular nail colours -
man what an orgy...!
there's a lunch of fingers
having breakfast in the bed
every friday's happy hour
of consumption
in what little nasty fingers
do best
sometimes even when
they're in rest
all digged up
in a nest
rolling over
my chest
CHRIST, I yell,
IT'S SUCH A BLEST!


(only those satisfied ten little fingers will stay,
at last)