Saturday, 2 February 2013

Illicit (redux)

consoled within the remote comfort of those
doubtful girls and these older ones who,
having shed their curls, are happy to bare their whole
never mind their soul, I’m damn sure
this would be as close to a felony fuck
as you could ever know
and given my luck the house would
fall around my ears at the very first touch of that baiting floss

screw the metaphysical
THIS is from the gut Chuck

and even where I glimpse just a fierce reflection
of that seen fit to share
I could write of their flesh from my own delight
with a million spilled thwarted nouns
fresh for one night it’s only fair
to suggest

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