xxx-l in poetry

  • April 22, 2014, 5:42 a.m.
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I'm not fat
I'm famine-resistant
I'm not fat
yes I'm two men by weight
but look at it this way
I'm your own personal three-way

I'm not fat
I'm plush
I'm a comfortable couch
against which you might recline
when a long day
becomes a longer night-time
I'm not fat
so stretch out
upon me
and unwind

I'm not fat
I'm... luxuriant
I'm a bear-skin rug with bones
your throne
I'm silk and I'm velvet
a ballad a sonnet
and precious precious stones

I'm not fat
I possess the quite-rare ability
to envelop all of you
while you envelop a little bit of me
there in unison
there is briefest infinity
that's me
I'm that

I'm not fat
I'm a foodie
a gourmand
I bring you good eats
and appreciate what you bring to me
not fat
I'm not husky
I'm huge and monumental
basic and essential
rich and earthy
and dusky

I'm mythic
I'm epic
I am full and plenipotentiary
I'm sturdy
all-season
there's more than one life in me
I'm not outsized
I'm legion!

and so are you, baby
you know I can tell
because I'm not fat
I'm actually swell


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