Thursday, June 21, 2012

cellar door

cellar door


1.

a bit like foreplay
the creaking hinges
charcoal drawn walls
lines of hips pressed
on its concrete floor.
soda pop of satisfaction
lime fizz hitting the back of
your tongue.

2.

opening chasm
unknown figure
tempestuous moon garden
a bud core
unraveling arousal by touch
orgasmic shades of white green emerging
conceived,
into childish colours
lemon poppy seed cake/ sour opium dream.



3.

the dark spill, silky at first
the coarser contrast
perfected only by
the sexes compatibility fitting just so.


4.

o, the permittable entry.

say it.
say it more.

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