7 days for 1nce a month you're vermillion

taste like in the middle of copper thighs

2 lips magneticly parted

by 2 lips 1 tongue

and weeks a year you're like iron
and salt and copper reddish between
hunks of femurs pours a 12 times

dear, the crawling vapid sweet acidity
of 7 mouthfuls of queer drink surge
delightfully opaque crimson gallons of

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      the best kind of drowned

Ive been waiting for this rain for days now...
It came down,
Like electricity overhead, the city
Felt magneticly wet to the stem.

Im sitting at the kitchen table with some coffee & bread
Just wrote an email to an old friend that read:
Dear: You, Words. Love: Me.....thats it.
If not tonight, hell read it in the morning
Hell smile, send similar words before he forgets.

Im a random thought for others,
A praise, a blame, a kiss, a handshake
Whichever the case...
Ive always been here for the whole thing.
From the first steps, to playgrounds and graduations
to speakers that play sounds, then exclaimations
From a clenched wheel on a rainy road
To a stenciled feel from a nameless terminal
To dressy shoes, held-back hair in front of strangers,
Yet I had objectives, so I spoke like Ive known them for years
I left a good impression I think, for I never once let them blink.

I closed the door behind me, followed that feel, for I was starving
I walked past living rooms flooded with remote light, toys and noise
I went to the kitchen table, spread out my words into poetry and prose
My records on this day that the rains came....
Just another day....
Where I was there for the whole thing....

I NEVER THOUGHT

I never felt poetry could do this to me
Have my skin tingle with your very ecstasy
The glow of soft moonlight upo your skin
Feeling of walking on air when you came in

Never thought poetry could feel so alive
Never thought my heart could simply thrive
Never thought another could have me feel
As if I could fly and the feeling so very real

Ever magneticly I from then belonged to you
I prayed the night never to invite morning dew
To think of wording my now in any form of poetry
Would be an impossible task recording all that be

Like a swell on the ocean so beautiful to flow
With a silent passion that only nature could know
Kisses that clung as if for dearest of life to be
Souls as one without any intention to set free

No thoughts of the world time just stood still
Silently praying that it always would and will
Perfection ever grand as perfection could become
I never thought poetry to have my souls song sung

To lay there together totally loved in such a way
Not able to move after poetry had sung until day
But your signal to rest awhile as then came rain
Relax my lover take five and we'll do it all again

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018