Thursday, April 2, 2015

Pomegranate tongue

Inky tendrils raised skyward
In anguish and lack
The great parasite
Buried in murky blackness
She beckons youthful sun
"Descend!"
Into her silky, sumptuous embrace
His shining eyes made wide
From wonder and gravity of her
Melodious voice flows
Like cooling silver
Into his fair eardrums
She blinks hypnotic, icy eyes
And he begins to melt
Into molten waterfalls towards
Her place devoid of light
Her grapefruit lips curl into
A ravenous, intoxicating kiss and
She swallows him drop by
Dropping into the vacuous cavern
Of her belly, the Sun swirls towards
Hell, the most unreal reality
Whose arms are sweet like
Juice from dripping, pomegranate tongue
She looks to the eyes of every
Sun and vibrant, holy star
For they are her endless delicacy

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