crawling up the back of my mind

by judih

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-09-09 07:15:00

its you isn’t it
blowin that feather free
neck touch

shuddering
i know its you
passing through
nodes of physics
to play that tickle
tune of soft xylophone
over breast hip thigh

song scrambled stations
radioed through me
volumes of hot butterfly
tones
riling me
its you

words pass to your lips
as you suckle mine
nectar to nectar
dizzy turban twisting
suntanned proud
engulfing me in mideast
naked throes
tossing off politics
i swallow you whole