The wicked whip of word
lashes whelps
upon the starved psyche
of the errogenous mind
Indeed !
The moment rises
in smoke and flaming
"I-don't-knows" of sheets
of layered heat
pressing down
into the flesh of desired
impunity . . . iniquities . . . liquidity
Happy is the framed statement
of thine , birthed
behind plastic cups of wine
in sheds of grey wooden sides
from long long ago
Was it board through (Bordeaux)
or just shabby (Chablis)
But the experience
while daunting
leaves you panting
for more
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
The wicked whip of word
lashes whelps
upon the starved psyche
of the errogenous mind
Indeed !
The moment rises
in smoke and flaming
"I-don't-knows" of sheets
of layered heat
pressing down
into the flesh of desired
impunity . . . iniquities . . . liquidity
Happy is the framed statement
of thine , birthed
behind plastic cups of wine
in sheds of grey wooden sides
from long long ago
Was it board through (Bordeaux)
or just shabby (Chablis)
But the experience
while daunting
leaves you panting
for more
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