aristofene

Well I haven't posted for a while... Iraq has yielded its rewards into words... let me know what you guys think...

Your alchemist waist
It's only you
With that succulent honeycomb legs,
You encapsulate my absentminded
Spear of sugar and steel that infiltrates,
Clandestinely, your cathedral of bread

And between horizontal sighs
You succumb to the white ink
Wanting to write your history in the
Parchment formed with the friction
Of our two Bodies.

It's only you
With the succulent strawberry gums,
You ingest my essence drop my drop
and fusion myself with the fragrance
Of wild orchid your skin perspires
On the high tide of your pubis

And between horizontal sighs
You surrender to the poison
Where fiction and reality seem
To intertwined