loose talk
the wild orgasm of her words
misspoken and groaning
wonderful and flowing
under a timid tearful stare
and then
a pause
and then
another
and then sound breaking into song
drawing back
then bending backwards
tongue erect and unravelling,
rupturing into absurdities:
splinters of English, flickers of French
her lips lidless and lewd
Love shorn between breasts
She is but a bust of carved skin
sailing upon billows of bright
strawberry scented bubblebath
her base begins with mouthpieces:
two bulging protuberances
(tongues!) burnt red with heat
reaching out
for my cool lips for my frozen tongue
but beyond these the bulbous mounds mount
broken into pleasure’s supple crucible
(the only place emptiness is allowed to bloom)
it is there
that parts
of me melt into metal
beads of mercury
that will never cool into dust
Post-coitus positioning
In an antebellum aura
there are two victors
impossibly peaced
into allies
a patch of threadbare skin
groans and then
suffocates
