Saturday, July 9, 2011

old # 86


A four walled cave
Goblets of wine
A memorable man
A cluttered confession
How lonely of me to allow the rhythm of your warm spasmodic thrusts
Graciously making room for you tongue
And lustfully letting your hands grip on
A flawed fascination
A watery word
A sphere of smoke
An overdue magnetism never affirmed
How stupid of me to become the secret sullen suitor
Staying startled at the moutfuls of my neckline
And the continous sobbing that followed in the worthless afternoons
A remorseful regret
A humping heart
A hopeless humility
A continual curious craving
How useless of my time to peroxide the memory

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