Vaseline and scissors feat. Amaryllis

she made petit-fours of my secrets,
and ate them with a smile;
fed me her opiate-drizzled fingers
and laughed as I got high,
I swear she tasted like a Doublemint dream;
a quantum theory whore,
she opened me wider than creation
spoke to me in rhyming reflections;
she the fish;
sticks beneath my nails

She
Balanced between horseshoes and exsctacy
Kelidescope lashes emcompassing intaglio blues
Reaching for a halo gone missing
Carried off by midnight violins
Windblown tenors drifting in the wind
Like a little girls shawl, flying a forlorn banner on a forgotten playground
She is the funeral
Of whatever was before
The taste of her skin between my canines

The porosimetry of sterling silver desire,
Dense retribution for feigned innocence;
Instant attraction, she is an amorphous essence;

Karma-wonder and komodo dragon heat;
Biting and hissing into my hips;
She buried her nose into my rumble rose
Set a waffle-cone'd storm at bay, vortex rising-
Gasping and crying, jerking in steeple peace

A eugenic joining, to save humanity
With sylph against sylph coupling;

She caressed my skin with Alzheimer's palms,
Lucid fingering and vague devouring,
To balance the sexual mania,
The skin-splitting need,
The wolf-howl ache...

We tested endurance
Like burning witches
I'd be your colombus anyday
Her peacefull esscence
Tossed aside
Reflections of
Folded hands
In moral prayer
Ruby lips

Parted

Divined in parting question
Wearing like an old silk hat
Tremorbound
Transcendance

Her hands clawed retribution
Down my quaking.spine
Breathing screams through collapsed airways
Speaking immortality
Lips tracing poetrys
That astral bound digits could never dream to paper

Eutectic melding of primal wisps,
Huffing and puffing into slippery slips,
Instinctual communication and flesh to flesh confession;
steampunk depressionin each second's tock
And mongoose madness in the tick,
A vaseline tip in the concave dark,
glistening lubricated moans,
And her tongue'd tales tremor-raced to my coccyx,
Snapped me straight into her neck
To lean into her fanning hair,
To watch her in awe as she took me there.