by Matina L. Stamatakis and Douglas A. Just
from the core erupted a fluid which pulls the tensile urge
hungered to wetted skin, dented palm asphalt textures
incused back
yellow blends with black, reflected
[what murk adheres? Caresses the subsonic?]
huddled in wretched swaths, exacerbated
in alleyways of piss
--in excreted bile
lust is bone & dirty fingers;
a poverty eking life
in the synchronous constriction of locked lips
your nit is ill
in aurae constrained, grown of inbred
discord
hard, a carved face, colossus of animal
into you I thrust, instinctual
2 comments:
these are going REALLY well!
and im not just saying that because im a pervert :)
What'd wrong with perversion, eh? What a great compliment!! Sanka, Rob!
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