Transgressions - Published in Carcinogenic Poetry Magazine
You are a fatal flaw of the lines drawn
The love deep and riveting, sequential and subconscious
Expressions are wide open doors of codes
The dangers are still seething in the veins
Wild possessed, power within the tongues of love
Your heart in my fingers, tracking the bubbles of that
which plague your mind. Whispers. Bottom up sex
and licked fingers. Tear those threads and jump in the darkness.
Totalities
Taboos are chinned down to give the picture of rules
Lost, Jungian strings and collective dualities, boiling more than
just blood and flesh. I eat the cut of wounds, simmering
in the wholes of time. It’s the naked lover, the zipped up pouch
it’s the geometry and the cyclic patterns. Clocks turn and twist
around my ankles, hit the escape button and I sleep inside dreams.
The clouds are merging, the red eye dark as death, closing
space, time, matter, mind and me locked in a slow belly dance.
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