Squiggling?

Those squirming, wriggling

Lines and beads of sweat

Broke in unconsciously

Carelessly

Clung to my chest

Heaving in protest

And asked if it was right

To just cling

Like the ivy

Until the morning broke

And sing

The lyrics

We wrote

A squiggling line of fate

Or

The twisting, entangled, coiled snake

That

Rose straight!

Tell me,

Did the apple taste-

Of honeyed lips,

That shyly pout and cry

In happiness...

The forked tongued

Satan of pleasure

Just slithered

Into the dark abyss

And the morning broke

Into dew drops!

Dreams came-

In the pantheon of desire

Unspoken wishes

And millennia

Of intimate caresses

Somewhat late-

Traces in the skies above

In Eden!

kbdgr8est

02 July 2008
Migrating Soon N