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Swifty

Swifty is more than sexy.
Strip her down to the bare necessities.
Amazing geometry covering up vital forces
be they cylinders, cones or squares.
How dangerous to suck a point.
To round a curve then bite it.
A titmouse scampers up one flank,
dallies at a peak and downs another.

How I hanker to cut her straps,
let her flip-flop down to her ankles.
I hesitate here. She is a goddess.
If a bend could speak I’d have it go ouch
Then turn about and light on my knee.
Pull those tits and make her light up.
Let’s get on with the mechanical!
Do you want to hear more? Of course you do!

Slow down baby. I’m a bit rusty.
Now quake a bit to match my moves.
Isn’t this fun? May I call you Dusty?
You’re creeking, Baby. I’m your flabby sun!
Hello, there. Why are you here?
I heard you squeaking. You have nothing to fear.
Why’s that kangaroo sitting on your tummy. 
I thought it was a toy. Are you my mummy?

Change my sex. I’m not toying around.
If I jump this teddy bear it’ll make me sound
as a dollar. The ontological is clear.
We won’t be bound to yesteryear.
A new creation is not out of order.
Don’t like it? We’ll move South of the border.
It’s been a long struggle to spread our wings
A bird is a scarecrow among other things.

Would you not wish to trade off for a higher species?
A complete human who could handle any environ.
O mad ones of the universe unite and prey.
Tucked into your word Swift on the move!

Published in Poetry