Mar 5, 2013

Beautiful Monster

And I find a monster
loafing in my quiet storm
this undaunting aphrodisiac
sojourner of black fluid

fluently escaping my lungs
flowing generously
among the beast and I
degrees of  prickly pleasure

that simultaneously spring
wet and withered
petals in a blooming sand
becoming the feel

I lisp- night, noon or morn
a fascinating tempt
for what is mine
like beholding red souls

caught in our quenching
love's passionate light
glossy smile- heavenly call
upon the pages-

shouting in misty corridors
we must continue
within white darkness
until it swords
and rise the beast in I

wandering with happiness
pondering many  ponds
swishing solidarity
into an a-musing mind


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