The Lovers

The Lovers

A Poem by Loner

spinning,

writhing,

entwined in mucus.

Amorphous bodies

ostentatiously

protruding fluoresent ooze.

souls as one

in celebration of lust.

 

Glowing organs

in a coital twist.

dangling in the air

they drop to meet,

swirl in embrace,

making a viscous kiss.

 

their genitals shimmering

in brilliant cerulean slime.

they are on the brink of desire

in love.

engrossed.

 

spent by orgasm

they plummet to the earth

ready for that sweet salt death.

© 2008 Loner


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Lol. perhaps a link to the clip would be a good note?

This is as strange and beautiful as the other. There's a very clear image painted here for me. I especially liked the very last stanza:

"spent by orgasm
they plummet to the earth
ready for that sweet salt death."

What a wonderful way to word the ending. I'm glad you got bored last night :)


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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You have a interesting way with words. It felt as if you were making
fun of the act itself. How greedy us mortals are...lol! AD

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lol. perhaps a link to the clip would be a good note?

This is as strange and beautiful as the other. There's a very clear image painted here for me. I especially liked the very last stanza:

"spent by orgasm
they plummet to the earth
ready for that sweet salt death."

What a wonderful way to word the ending. I'm glad you got bored last night :)


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Loner
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Where the tumbleweeds blow along a vapid and dusty canvas, CA



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