Appreciation
always stirred
a sultry sluice
of amatory fluids
to autonomic action
the limbic leap
from virtuous sleep
to virtual voracity.

But the touch
is pure complexity
a surfeit of sensation
that seduces by decapitation
inhibitions slip and slide
between the thighs of etiquette
where mindless delectation
welcomes intimate assault.

And the consequences rise and fall
in seismic sighs and swallowed whispers
giving out in confidence
or taking in significance
too many questions in repose
no watertight solutions
to be floated in the wake
aroused by near-life experience.

05/31/2013

Posted on 05/31/2013
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