let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Reading: Who reads anyway, right.
Listening to: the beating of my mind.
Mood: greasy.
2014 September 22, 9:04 PM.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Today's Ingredients for Pleasure


You search; I flee
Impatience is here beside me —
                              I am she

Endear Thor's gales and glazes
that your little pleasure is now ruinous
They hunger, like mine,
for cold mayonnaise butter running thick
on my two fingers, blowing wet sloppy kisses
ripe as a million reddening berries

Come night, come noon,
cream and sex swirl in jagged Alpine spirals
crystallized on top of a saccharine straw
Are you not sweet every four PM?
Floral explosions bury me deep
in their incensed wars of forget-me-not

I could not care less even if I told you
of my sad surrender in yesterday's afterglow
Male weaker than female —
I am merry in my might, whimpering as
an Egyptian sorceress in lithium batteries,
spewing riddles soft as shrubbery

Solve me, stranger —
I am the answer to all your atheistic prayers,
the indecency you salivate each morn
Rub me with your anticlimactic love
as your veins shot blushing fireworks
into an emotionless brain:

                                        finally, finally!



Thursday, January 31, 2013, 10:17 PM –
Friday, February 1, 2013, 9:42 PM

2 comments:

  1. how are you Amel? You did not write anything in a long time, that's unlike you.

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    1. whether i write or not is never your concern. resend my postcard. or refrain from any contact with me. understood?

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