Feel the movement of the lines
let your eye focus
on the edge of an eternal fire.
Let the focus—find a starting point
when your lips can wrap around
and make a meal of all your wishes.
While you’re sitting in-between clouds of white
and reading fairy tales—
where the wolf eats his fill
and life goes on—somewhat—happy ever-after.
You know the frame of your desire
draw it well within your thighs
and let the sweat pour…at your release
As you begin your evening dream
trying to make it real—real enough
to keep you in a coma
that will last till Sunday morning.
Then you can rest in thoughts
of could-have-been—what weren’t…
and let the loop play again and yet again
until your time expires.
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Author:
Estanislao Rodriguez-Cuevas (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2018 05:41
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Comments2
Rich in inventiveness and assonance this read stirs sensuality and needs reading again . Into my favs. this goes Stan.
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