"plor" poems
off his tongue
tasting like
Kadian and
Starlight mints
a hint of coffee
to speed things along
Less to do with sweet
tho I'd lick it from my fingers
Possibly the
mutilation
My intelligence and
self-preservation
severed slow
and easy
My thicker skin
slipped off my shoulders
onto the floor
fading into the denim around
my ankles
HaBItS
the bass inside
pumps
liquid compulsion
A branched tongue
on a
forked path
murmurs miracles
brain spins and
eyes shut
Lips move
A rumor
hushed
ex plor ation
of
sighed effects
Ballerina tongue
pirouettes
and dips
skipping
skin trembling
slick and slippery
hard-soaked in
Finish Me
and
beads of cinnamon dew
tipping empty cups
sipping
Love Drugs
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC