Rebirth:
a bird burned
to scorched earth.
Feathers old
Replaced.
Time flies
a new face
Reframed.
A peacock plumes
eyes watch sky
bright blue anew.
Rejuvenation
I Re-Claim.
A Re-Try
Remains…
Awe
Awe tastes like coffee,
steamy-hot ‘n’ smoothe
as I swallow a good gulp
Awe slips down the throat,
and with a pump to the gut
rumbling the insides up,
giving a swift kick of giddy
A rocket to the flaccid brain.
Awe is trigger addictive
to someone like me,
turning darkness to light,
I drink morning to night.
like a marshmallow
Like a cushy marshmallow beginning to drip goo over a light warming flame, inside I melt for You.
Hook
What’s my hook? I ponder as I cook, Do I have a hook today? And this is what the right side of my brain had to say:
I have a hook
in your mouth
I could put
to sink my line…
have you swallow
being caught
ALL FOR ME
and I’d EAT you
SUCKED IN WHOLE
I lick my lips in remembrance of the man I used to know, the one I never caught, the one who owns my heart.
Innocence to Sin
Oven HOT,
baking again,
handmade icing
SLOW dripping
down my fingers,
my tongue licking
palm to tip
to clean the drips,
in my mouth
the WHOLE digit
I sticks,
sucking the sweetness
with a tongue-
scrubbing wipe
to end with a silent
swallow-swish,
and while savoring
the flavor, a moan
vibrates my lips,
eyes roll CLOSED,
OH…OH…OH…
You pop in,
turning on my tongue
till you POP OFF!
My eyes again OPEN…
Just like that, since the days of us as kids sitting in the pews at the Catholic Church, when I least expect it, You pop in and out of me AGAIN AND AGAIN, turning my innocence to sin.
“And I laugh!!!” Cackles the Devil within.
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