for N.T-B.
i
write to taste her
right to taste her
green tamarind, green mango
salt upon them, suck them
want to suck until I taste her
until honey dripped
to lick, savor, save her, save it
box of honey bees to release
jars for honey to collect
how sweet her nectar is
ii.
well screwed
she confessed she was
why she was all lit up like a bulb
bulb to screw in, to screw out
to light up or not to light up
the house
bulbs screwed in
as long as Christmas lasts
afterwards screwed out
or the plug pulled out
all lit up last evening
because she was or had been
well screwed
the plug had been plugged in, pulled out
but her lights were all still on
turned on just to look at her
all warm and all lit up
how I wanted to alight upon her
my wings among her petals
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
27.03.08
2 Comments:
Fantastic poem. I did confess to being screwed.
Screwed In, Screwed up, screwed out. lol.
thanks obie
I have to be so careful, anonymous, not to break the bulb that you are. I want you to last and to light up always, however screwed in, screwed up or screwed out.
How erotic when you are being screwed in your very own words.
i love u, i told u.
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