The Curse Of Great Beauty
Eef Barzelay
your tooth ache, an ivory tower
so let down your long perfect legs
I'll untie the knots with my lips and my tongue
and rub Ambisol into your hair
'cause those paper cuts kept you from writing
a poem so epic and true
about how you are cursed with a beauty so great
I'm sure that it's hard being you
so put down that book it's too serious
I'll undress you as I make a joke
but please try not to laugh as I swim in your flesh
just hold your breath 'til I finish