When and Where. Lost Maybe? Or Tommorrow...
Paralyzed soundless Hum of Deep Forest,
Cums,
Rolling Lusty
From some hidden cord of your Mouth.
Raspy, High, Raspy, Raspy
Your voice is sweetly molesting the air,
As Bouncing
Creeping Numbness Squirms into my Hand.
And Then Something Else
Like a Tiger Clawing every Nerve on its Way to my Soul.
Or Something
Like Giving Birth to God
In my Groin.
I Laugh Involuntarily and Sudden,
Green Eyes Turning to Daggers,
And Realizing, Harshly,
I
Completely Ruin
Everything.
Flipping, You Start to Speak,
But I Slap one Numb Hand over,
And You Begin to Chew, Eyes Turning Hard as Jade, (And Maybe There’s Blood?)
But still I Do not Stop or Retract
And You look Like you Hate me for Half a Second,
But Then Its all Licks and Puppy Like
Till
Rainbow Semen Fills the Air.
Outside the Neighbors Wash their Van
And a Dog plays with a Shrub of Some Sort…
(That Dog… It’s a Strange One.)
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