Off of Me
I love you when you’re off of me.
Yes also when you’re sliming me
And griming me with hands now free
From sandwiches that stickily
Remain on tips invisibly
Until they print all over me
Which makes me love you off of me.
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I love how this could play on gender, age of speaker/you etc. Sometimes the shortest poems can lend themselves towards the most wonderful complexity
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