Bare Bones

Let me taste your cyanide
Intimate garden between your thighs
So wet from rain of aniticipation
So wet as you descend from the sky

And I glaze my tongue
In your viscosity
Your love and lust
Your drive to rain

Grasping for you
Wanting for you
You stifle the sentences
Streaming from my mouth

And siphon the words
Into nothing but ecstacy
For your garden
And what lies there

What intimate
Flagrant things
You silence me with
Making me mute for you

Let me open my mouth
And have your reign
Rain down onto me
Like a wayward hurricane

As your garden consumes me
Your eden becomes my breath
Between gasps of poetry
And gentle motions

I want your world
To come with my words
Spoken softly
As your wetness
Enters my mouth

Let me be the world
Where your constellations
Tell stories of heroes
And legends

And your clouds cover
My conscious so that
I move and live and connect
With you

Let the taste of the eden feast
Never leave my vocabulary
As you kneel unto me
And you come cyanide

Kill what was before
And from your thighs
My conscious emerges
So I may make love

To the sky

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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