- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Goodbye, Hello
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Fall is moments post climax when the heart ceases racing and breathing begins to slow. Sweat beads and settles, stops in its tracks and sinks salty beneath the skin. Memories of tongue against nipple like sizzles of vanilla ice cream against sun saturated summer asphalt. Her lips rested upon my lips. Her tongue, a scouring pad, dry and abrasive, shred my neck and breasts and body; a serpent's kiss. Your witches brew, satan's stout, wasted, weeping from the corners of my mouth. Her limp arm lands across my belly, she curls and coils close, humps and heaves and smells like dish soap and rancid food and dried leaves
and
me.
- COMMENTS
jthserraabout 13 years agoa pretty good prose poem here with a nice density and although the metaphor of the sun saturated asphalt got a bit adjective heavy, it was descriptive. I also liked your use of the senses here, the scent, the abrasive tongue along with some nice imagry. Nicely done.
jth : )
