All those years, then to see you
ultimately in your
bedroom
beautifully lush, built
like a nymph
shaped by Canova
deep into the moon
tight as my god
I thought that god was
saying
No Mark
you are not insane.
It’s just, her body
is an extension
of her convoluted mind.
I was in love two times. Can you understand?
Mound laced in a heart
of hair
glam wet between your
wealth
hot for palace
disbelief
thick as June and soft
as dream
pressed against your
lace
a pink and crimson
jellyfish
flaring on the wave
asking to be
distinguished
sucked out rubbed
in rounded
like the horn of a slick
continent
redoubled twirled bitten
gently as a piece of
fruit
whose flowers need
hummingbirds.
I've been lonely
ever since D left
and wondered what it
was
just to blow it all to
hell.
Now I feel bad.
Now I owe you.
Take my milk-white
ass
bulging in your hands
beneath me.
Take me all the way to
heat
before I leave for home.
Raising the
wind like a fussy thorn
a port dividing a
triumvirate
of perfect degrees
deep in the fortress
I delight the pressure
forcing me out, force my
way in
her abundant pussy
reddening
til every jewel in
her mine falls
and rips so hard
I lick the thick black
line
that makes her laugh
dividing lips deep
as a valley of meringue
swollen under
panties
I roll in as she gasped
Is this what you've been
dreaming of?
to feel her fluffy hair
just against my nose,
clit exposed
a flaming plume, yes
the heavy sail of woman
in her conquest
all land ready for a
king.
If by this poem I can prevent you
from forgetting how I
loved it, all
of it,
please accept
Je n'ai jamais
été aussi heureuse
qu'en te faisant
l'amour.
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After that, everything
is calm for many years.
Life begins again, by
waking up
and pouring your mouth
full
of coffee at a
respectable workstation
where you can forget
what you don't
know.
What you don't know.
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