A crescendo of response, up like
Tides under the moon.
Kettledrum pulse, sudden resurgence like
Minds detour into mazes as eyes close;
Mouths search. Skin meets, its contact
Fosters the need to devour
Swallow
Absorb --
To break the physical and meet the
Need.
A crescendo of response, up like
Tides under the moon.
Kettledrum pulse, sudden resurgence like
Minds detour into mazes as eyes close;
Mouths search. Skin meets, its contact
Fosters the need to devour
Swallow
Absorb --
To break the physical and meet the
Need.
Hair bobbed and framing her
Eyes like the flaps of a tee-pee.
Her lips are soft, full, and round and
Press softly into crevices and trace
Hills and valleys leaving waxy trails of
Lipstick and the texture of her lips
Like fingerprints Identifying the
Writer of the letters
I noticed the silver tin wrapper of
The Lifestyles condom you hid in
Your transparent Armani handbag.
I sat there supposing
That the foil would
Open for my use-- its
Silken present my
restraint.
Hair bobbed and framing her
Eyes like the flaps of a tee-pee.
Her lips are soft, full, and round and
Press softly into crevices and trace
Hills and valleys leaving waxy trails of
Lipstick and the texture of her lips
Like fingerprints Identifying the
Writer of the letters
I noticed the silver tin wrapper of
The Lifestyles condom you hid in
Your transparent Armani handbag.
I sat there supposing
That the foil would
Open for my use-- its
Silken present my
restraint.
A hateful lovemaking:
Golden fog perfume and full lips,
Shimmering gold skin appeals,
Then cuts -- bleeds
Long and red down my back.
Flesh grows hard and white around
The blackened blade in my back,
The jagged handle protrudes. Still,
I am unable to remove it.
Agony. Ripping pain,
An arched back,
A howling scowl,
A ravenous appetite for nothing.
This coma is warm,
A fine billowy nothingness.
A sudden blow-out in this
Zero-gravity pressure.
A hateful lovemaking:
Golden fog perfume and full lips,
Shimmering gold skin appeals,
Then cuts -- bleeds
Long and red down my back.
Flesh grows hard and white around
The blackened blade in my back,
The jagged handle protrudes. Still,
I am unable to remove it.
Agony. Ripping pain,
An arched back,
A howling scowl,
A ravenous appetite for nothing.
This coma is warm,
A fine billowy nothingness.
A sudden blow-out in this
Zero-gravity pressure.
Explosive brilliance
Of boulders tossed into a still pond.
Circles of blue and black
Distend out forever --
Disturbing pageantry:
A gentry with esoteric delusions,
Of substandard highs and
Irreproachable lows.
Deranged phychobabble in three stanzas.
Thrown chairs shatter, raging lunacy howls,
And the Mossberg speaks in twelve-gauge shot.
The lifeline death; her breath is
Sweet like flowers,
Her one night stand, eternity;
She glides, in gossamer gown,
And stoops, thin fingers lifting the
Hard White stone.
Explosive brilliance
Of boulders tossed into a still pond.
Circles of blue and black
Distend out forever --
Disturbing pageantry:
A gentry with esoteric delusions,
Of substandard highs and
Irreproachable lows.
Deranged phychobabble in three stanzas.
Thrown chairs shatter, raging lunacy howls,
And the Mossberg speaks in twelve-gauge shot.
The lifeline death; her breath is
Sweet like flowers,
Her one night stand, eternity;
She glides, in gossamer gown,
And stoops, thin fingers lifting the
Hard White stone.
The hair crashes and splashes against
Her shoulders -- their chocolate waves spread
On awkward shoulders.
She jounces and pops hair into a
Feathery fan -- then into a
Knot upon the fragile scalp.
Twisting, hopping and grinding hips
Pop hard in the new unripe
Peach delicacy -- the cleft cut crisply
Between flared pelvis.
Her breasts hop, not bounce --
They are the prologue to her body and
I am dazzled. They
Have a loft like steam.
Like drops of semen on sheets
As good as, just as unjust
The flair, the curve, the line is
Preposterous.
Formed like a girl
Built like a woman
Upon the great frame
Female -- feast your eyes.
What is herstory?
I want that budding breast in
My mouth. I need that Thigh
flesh bunched between my fingers
To squeeze. To smell, to lick, to bite.
I need to feel the bloom of petals under
My hand like sunstars -- that sticky
Hot mucous that burns fingers.
The hair crashes and splashes against
Her shoulders -- their chocolate waves spread
On awkward shoulders.
She jounces and pops hair into a
Feathery fan -- then into a
Knot upon the fragile scalp.
Twisting, hopping and grinding hips
Pop hard in the new unripe
Peach delicacy -- the cleft cut crisply
Between flared pelvis.
Her breasts hop, not bounce --
They are the prologue to her body and
I am dazzled. They
Have a loft like steam.
Like drops of semen on sheets
As good as, just as unjust
The flair, the curve, the line is
Preposterous.
Formed like a girl
Built like a woman
Upon the great frame
Female -- feast your eyes.
What is herstory?
I want that budding breast in
My mouth. I need that Thigh
flesh bunched between my fingers
To squeeze. To smell, to lick, to bite.
I need to feel the bloom of petals under
My hand like sunstars -- that sticky
Hot mucous that burns fingers.