"aums" poems
Hypnotic
your tongue
slips and skips,
like
the navel
of the sea
salmonswimming
upstream
as it scribes
liquid aums
in
the magnetized silk
of my ****** -
before you
crucify me,
nailing my palms
to undulant dissolution
galaxies
pouring
from my mouth.
© Amber Dawn
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC