Monday, May 25, 2009

Mounting the Pillar of Salt

Through darkened mission slats
the teal wall
shadows the form
from sun through setting shades.

A rocking frolic in moan
from slick lips bowed-
eyes roll heavenward
in OMG whisper.

A vertical smile dances
in swollen salivating delight;
a dance in writhe and wriggle
to eyes that peek...

at rolling peaks,
erratic in jiggle of rhythm...
Riding high
on the mount,
soft kissed by Vesuvius...

All forgotten in now
and insurgence;
shuttering to collapse.

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