Whet

I Am A Round Hole.

A moist n’ juicy, searingly succulent, deliciously drippy, lip-smacking round hole.

Ripe for consumption.

A technicolor tunnel of love. Circular smooth.

Simply deep.

A black, Kali imploded, Venus fly-trap hole.

Shoo, fly. Don’t bother me.

A hidey-hole. Shy. Apple of, don’t spit in, my eye... sly.

Slippery. Sloppy.

A hole in the wall of it All.

A hole in One.

Whole.

And square pegs do not suit me.

~B