PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Within these chamber walls
The filth between us turns an inward eye

We mingle in straw beds
and take no prisoners

Our hands dance about electrified skin

tender lips love-parched
We yearn mightily for this carnival
even if we summon the freak within

Such eager villains

Seizing what is not bolted firm

Diamonds, gold, and necklaces of pearls

Mashing together on a wavelength

somewhere between creation and apocalypse
Connected at the tongue
Absent with the inhibition

Pulsating
Mocking the world’s common knowledge
and inventing our own language