See them hiding there…behind
The ass-umptions
Peeking within the cheeks of clauses
Phantoms daring to pronounce
Your memories
Best forgotten and sullen
Pole dancing impressions on the axis of
Sliding silently along the line
From hip to clit
A cocked look from the slit ‘tween
Consonant on vowel
Know the no-nos
Whispering around conjunctions
Reminding you of other _unts
Too old or too young for sanctified hosts
Oh God…please don’t tell anyone
God knows and my poems…
My poems know your secrets


This one is a bit naughty...and more true that any of us want to tell. Yes?
— -Kim