pretty kissing under a corner of death riots,
hairy smokes, showered under the war bullets,
old sins begone to a new clock,
stars burst in a packet of our tongues,
tied a knot of caffeine, slaps of thermite around your skirt,
acid fumes parade around my lips in burns.
we wrestle on the sand, gliding back our primal times,
flowers blossomed where our giggling feet once fell,
your back skins the light of velvet,
a ****** lover in white skirt,
undressed in palm tree oceans,
soft kisses healing wounds of your bronze skin.
I knock at your walls of your soft pink,
cherry has finally ripened,
the sky preaches white trail,
intoxicating wine segue acid rain,
now our love asleep like breathless armies.
Let me explain all the nuances because I am aware that this poem is somewhat abstract. Thus, two lovers are making love while a war is raging. They disregard what is going on around them and give in to their lustful cravings. I called it "feral lovers" for that reason. When the war ends in the final stanza, their love also ends because all they wanted was for their virginity to be taken away.
