my tongue – trembling serpent
when rigid scribbling with saliva
a chisel of words in your belly
explodes in a poem in lively flesh.
agile lips rot voracious mind
swollen abyss of lewdness,
launch in strength of torrent
floods in convulsive madness.
beaks tuned in fact of breasts
suffer frenzy of swaying
in slippery disconnected impulses,
in a perfect count of wishes,
in moans exchanged on air of shame
we drink heat of our nakedness.
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
A contest entry
- No place to put it..... by Menace.
2250 points, ended December 11, 2007, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Hmm...
This is very abstract which makes it hard to judge. The interpretation of a poem like this can be easily lost or misunderstood. I think I got a pretty good hold on this and it is definitely an intriguing read. Good luck!
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