Erotic Poetryamorphousyour image evolves like a swirling oil screen
prismatic amoeba slide from my fingers,
flickered lights flash shadowed branches
from here, no
there!
Once I think I've caught you
the projector clicks into high speed
and burns infrared across my belly
fingers melt as they trace your heat--
finally I see you
in the pooled reflection
right as you sip me down.
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