Friday, February 20, 2009

sing o muse [ver 1]

language dripping easy off your tongue
like rain water running off the edges of a leaf
and i stand below
the dumb savage, the panting beast
cracked lips wide awaiting your moisture
on my primal tongue

instictual reactions of dilated pupils
and a rush of blood to blush
i am the apes gathered around the monolith and
i am the virgin with a glass of wine and
i am the cancer patient with a morphine injection
i am penetrated

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