Monday, January 27, 2014

POETRY - EROTIC: Thousand-Dollar Nights

Thousand-Dollar Nights

Videos of thousand-dollar nights
Our priceless mornings
There is no rational point
Shed your dry sheath and
let your sword give rise
with the rising of the sun
Dangling tendrils calculated
to link hand to the sorrel threads
and the proposition of dispersal
I'm color blind with spectral sensitivity
with the end of light
thrown into blackness
an atmosphere measuring
seconds that engulf me
Feeding me your love
your incorruptible lust
and reddened head
until the upright shrinking violet
that never measures the flow
of the numinous river of life
congeals to a symbol of human desire

©Mimi Wolske, January 2014
All Rights Reserved
(art by Malcolm T. Liepke)

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