Thursday, 12 January 2012

A fluid that maims

A narrow serpentile fluid that maims,
the twitching between rugged rocks,
I come to touch the escaping ground,
standing still beneath my breasts,
a mother that whispers those careless smiles
to a owner of those hapless beguiles
Twisting and slapping against him,
the one who mocks to protect in time
they come to reveal a small,beautiful
subtle to my poverty enclosed
I sweep my feet
against the in betweens
against the hinges of their's
to find a haphazard
to find a nervous moist
pleasure that breathes to feel inside

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