amuse bouche

it felt like drowning only i liked it that you were filling my lungs that i couldn’t breathe that i was grasping at your shirt my hands fluttering like leaves and i could see the sun pouring laughing throwing her head back and sighing like a jealous jaded ranee watching as you locked me beneath the ocean in your eyes you said you liked it when i moaned and i liked it when i drowned inside you for that refrain beneath the ensurient sun.  

Reviews

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Oh yeah...you got this right!

Awesome!

[Jeremy Baker]

This is just so different from what anyone else is doing, it's fantastic!

[bob, small b. aka invs]

the title is perfect for this poem. a tasty little tidbit.