July 8, 2019
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senses
it's a longing of the five senses
like an expanse of water
with many scattered islands,
an archipelago
of spices, it's
me wanting you to hold me
and say nothing;
say something..a woman and a man
aching from a series of
desires-- to touch, to kiss,
to press together full length,
to enter, to move, to pulse,
to remember;
to never forgetthe cry of a hawk
vanishing into aquamarine air,
her rhythm climbing the stairs,
her bare ass under her short skirt,
his eyes flipping onto high beamssexual splendor
with no referents to time.
a dream or a memory in slow motion,
white orchids blooming
on the windowsill where there
are green glass apples catching the lighta wind chime complaining of rain.
her face, and later
plum colored bruises
shaped like fingertips
on her thighs,
lightning flickering
above the tree line.
full moon night air single rain
moment of sunshinehis lips touching
her ear.
chance, intention, hunger,
a longing of the five senses
heart-shaped leaves at duskthe parallactic angle of starlight
his entire weight relaxing
onto her body
Comments (1)
fumble fingers
i come to late.
before you
i waged a pay check
fanatic, against an unpaid
bill
of the past
absolute insanity,
you lanced the wounds
that were swollen meme-
brains
blind
hands off desire
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