by sensuall
you know, this poem is whacked! I like how you turn phrases inside out, leaving a dissonance-- makes me uncomfortable, but the kind of discomfort that makes me want to read it again. Not sure exactly what you were going for on some of this, but I loved the last line especially:
"Gussy embroidery picks you up
For the drive
Home."
I mean, no one has ever said that before.
as
playing with my mind in words decorated in a sensuall way <grin> nice write