Jeni Leigh

Bedsprings cut my knees. Shoulder blades, they dip deep.
Legs are numb, but still I wait. I arch to hear you breathe.
The licked hand. The licked hand. Shaken child in clothes to big for him.
Unsolicited opinion: I don't like the men you're with.
A reoccurring idea: White sands with no end; a sunny day with no wind.
You firmly planted in my hands.
Christ, oh Christ, reveal the secret of your device to me.
If I pinned myself to planks would I receive attention now denied to me?
The licked hand. The licked hand. Shaken child in clothes to big for him.
Unsolicited opinion: I don't like the men you're with.
A bug crawled up my ribcage. I left the farm and made my way.
Lone pigeon to migrate, the the thought that killed my brain.
Christ, oh Christ, reveal the secret of your device to me.
If I pinned myself to planks would I receive attention now denied to me?
The licked hand. The licked hand. Shaken child in clothes to big for him.
Unsolicited opinion: I don't like the men you're with.
The licked hand. The licked hand. Tongue pressed to thumb bad.
The licked hand. The licked hand. I'm lost under your bed.