Monday, September 12, 2005

work in progress

i can't seem to finish this poem. something tells me something is missing, but i'm not sure what. help if you can:


he was on my mind like a


fucking my thoughts

up with the slow stroking

delivery of his words

each syllable struck up

the incendiary matter of

my imagination with tinder images

of limbs braided into a love knot

of taut skin burned by hot sin

he stoked the embers of my fantasy

with the impaling member

of his vivid illustration

coaxing my creative juices

To flow over the fingers

of his lingering sentences

his keystrokes incited an ejaculation of emotion

that left me bereft of all

but a quivering cleft from where his lyrics

had licked my mind dry