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Unto your swelling lips I come
Unto your swelling lips I come
and anchored there I think myself
at home: For they seem all
But famine infests my bones
and your lips seem but a trifling
that barely feeds the flames of my appetite
I want to gorge you with my steel
and deconstruct you!
Ravenous! Voracious!
Feed me from your sensuous girdle that steadies
the swaying gate that woos my eyes
Nourish me with the sinew and bones
of you, for they are the marrow
that thickens my potage
Supping upon your pith
I rapaciously imbibe the
very liquor of your being
I do not restrain my blood and
one primal touch spirals to another
upon your nakedly beautiful skin
The golden ashes of our desire dance
like corn silk drifting upon the heat rising
from the flame of the symmetry of the ebony moon
Turn! Turn toward the salted waves
and allow them to crush you - erode you
into a vast blanched gypsum shore where
I can bury my wet and weathered lineament
Wow! Your use of metaphors
Wow! Your use of metaphors and images is delightfully overwhelming. I wanted to savr every line, and yet hurry on to the next to read what it had to say.
Starward