Now, cherry and
was only a light breeze against your forehead
Heist flavor
ended when swallowed while prowling around the curtain
of soft linen or velvet
or forgotten
or no
touch a woman that is
a curtain and looked dirty-
night-night poet
the white moon or perhaps
poet with the poem
of the moon on a dark night
as they marched through
or-maybe-
a poetry night that nobody would dare to write
(poetry
is so funny sometimes)
And
suddenly appeared in the building-
that cover what little light could enter through your kitchen
a white woman
fine almond-eyed alien
delicate lime green-
clear as water
as poetry
The
looked you returned the favor the accolades
eyes and I blinked one of their own
the
waved and she also made clear
-
coquettishly-
you get up from your chair and
she asked you to come back to your place
suddenly looked
the
in bed
his eyes were now her vagina
his nod was a kiss now
his greetings were a touch now and it
there was no chair or dining
not your face away
slipped between her silver breasts
while your pores are opened,
not only by sweat
by heat and desire, but welcome
her erect nipples stretched beyond the limit of your imagination
now she was a wide valley now it was
quiet beach now she was the Hades
now penetrated and her eyes looked watery
now lost his belly button is small ellipses
between carnal passion
now his neck tenderness caused you now
death
hungry now Women's repudiation now
nipples-again-
in your face on your lips
in your eyes
her vagina-
almost as ripped as the green streams
zen
deposited on both sides of the long thin nose
stood in front of your thighs
penetrated
a
two three four
five
six times seven
perhaps more or less
after
spun around to show why the eastern
are not only girls but also good
dirty, hungry schoolchildren as your curtains
showed you two pieces of meat almost perfect
clear pink color
as water
like poetry but never as
night.
