Tales of the Flesh

~A collection of short twisty poems

I. One of those untitled...          After the allure     of the          n                 i               g                  h                t,                                      has subsided...     and the yearning     of the          f                l               e                 s               h,                          has abated...      All I wanted,     is to be held     by you--          Drift into those     sleepy eyes     and     s l o w l y          lick     taste kiss               a                  w                a                   y--          all the traces               of my want     this damp               my heat     this sweat               and my scent...          that I have left     invisibly smeared     across your lips--          to let you know     that I would miss you     but I won't stop you     If you want to leave,          by tomorrow...          (though, I dont want you to...)               II. The Contortionist          These              l                 i              m                 b               s...                        submissive to a fault--          d                              dis       e                                 lo          for                         ca       m                  d             t          i              n                 i             n         a                 n           g                               g          themselves according     to your (twisted) whims          a nature's freak (you said...)          I wish my heart is as      f        l      e        x      i        b          l           e                     as that...               III. I like it rough          Body language;     my mother tongue          If taken,                   s   l    o    w  and              u   n    s    u    rrr   e...          all you'll get is a gibberish rant,          but to be driven,                   passionately                                      on a dirty, rocky road--          (my love--)     You'll have the poetry,        lying unsung, unspoken, unwritten--      Underneath this skin...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Your control of the language is amazing. Making each set of lines have life and strong. I like the description and the great desire in your words. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote