Friday, September 17, 2010

The Esthetic That Cushions

The ambient velvet that cushions
Life is delicate under the surface
The Iris is more delicate than love
The moisture under the surface bleeds
With the most gentle abrasion
I would recline into it's petal
And sink with acquiescence into life

I would close my eyes
And for a moment in time
Remember the succulence of your folds
I remember how I salivated
How hungry I was
I could feel how moist they were
How for a moment I reveled

Then I grew into you
And life was joyous
There was the glow of happiness
Then there was change
And I came to the isolation
But I remember the petals
And I can remember the recline

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