Amoebic Jelly

Thunder rumbles,

steamy rain showers,

air clings thick

and sticky.

 

Music drifts in

above the storm,

fresh as an

incoming tide,

washes over

my feet, licks up

my body til I am

engulfed in your

bi-polar beats.

 

Feathery notes

blow in on

cool breeze,

fanning curves, to

tingle and tease

fluttery wafts

flirt down my

back to pool and

pulse at base

of spine.

 

Strings stroke my

ears, lyrics lilt,

swell and crash,

I’m drenched

in bursts of

watery spray, you

play me like a

human bongo

drip drip

dripping relentless

riffs onto skin

and I flip,

convulse and writhe

in rhythmic spasm

like a dying fish as

you reduce me to a

quivering mass of

Amoebic jelly.

 

Tempo drops,

reality dawns

with the feeling

I’ve taken part

in some

kind of orgy.

Weaving my

way through

dancefloor casualties

I look back

over shoulder,

with eyes

that say...

 

“Same time next week?”.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Excitingly captures a sensuous surrender to the charming chaos of life at its best, full of thrilling promise.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sounds like an act of passion wrapped in soft poetic form... a very astounding piece of writing... the subtile sexual nature is very beautiful.