I could smell her loveliness
Her fragrance stands beautifully in my way
Her voice can caress my flesh
Or cut the bone away
* * *
Before reaching my ears
That strain to hear a message in the bottle
Warm to the touch, chilling my heart
Casting off layers to make my swaddle
* * *
Her inner embers distort the air
Sinusoidal conversation
Wafting aglow in night vision blurs
Begging illumination
* * *
She tastes of woman, bittersweet
Has tongues everywhere to savor every flavor
She speaks in tongues, forked tongue-in-cheek
Sings songs in one gasp of misbehavior
* * *
She whispers in a shout
And laughs with all her tears
She knows what is and how and why
But grows younger to my years
* * *
I see, smell, hear, taste, touch with alien organs
Thought and sensation zigzag moiré nonsense
My mind is her game, synapses overloaded
Interweave peaks and valleys of welcome penitence
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (3)
Very interesting experience! thanks for the great reads.
This was a many layered fruit. Well done,
Okay, I like this... and I have a lot of work to do!