Sunday, April 7, 2013

Traversing

A fantasy
Of bodies upon bodies
Of sweat, blood and bones
Colliding
Contorting
Collapsing
into the caverns

A fantasy
Of drenched desire
Tasteless taboo
Made tantalizingly chic

A fantasy,
The open wound
A hand reaching in
Waist-high tremors
And a glass dimly lit

Traversing
Until sun rises
And rising peaks relax,
Present with such satisfaction and shame
Unsatisfyingly sating
The sickly sweet passion
Of fantasy’s pressure cum release

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