EXHIBITION OF FLATTERY

The last kiss he gave took 4 years to erase
I remembered the blindness of love
All I saw was his light and crooked shapes
Resembling intimate rituals
He powdered my eyes with blasphemy
The pitter-patter of fingers poked
On my pasty face
Indented with delusions
In a raw state I soaked my heart
The size of chestnut under rough covers
Synthetic flesh screams mille-feuille of hate

Almost he wants to tell me he cares
Almost he wants to touch the fetish dreams we shared

I won’t look back
I am afraid of his pious insertions

He takes my fingers
I watch him lick and suck each with precision
His moist tongue is like hot whisky
I know I like it
He knows I like it
Desire swells without courtesy
But the last kiss he gave took 4 years to erase
The crustiness ridicules with irony within my folds
© 6/2006 by Cathy Delaleu




SENSATION OF WANT

I want to crawl back to womanhood
To reach for my genitals and bury them under a hammock
Parade naked under a heated moon with faux pearls
While I throw confetti trinkets to a city of sea virgins
Their bushes still smooth not prickly pears
And behind barbed wires they stare
Envious of my perky breasts
They resemble two flights of stairs
Pricking the sky
The city of wind strokes famishment
Barbaric eyes with sappy tears
Yearn for copulation’s secrets
Of meat and ass
Of gentleman’s appetite
Towards the weaker sex
Decontamination is what they crave
The blessing
The bath of ecstasy
Impatiently they wait for the rain
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© 6/2006 by Cathy Delaleu