Part XVIII

Slipping into a trance-and I imagined you wanted to

Lay with me naked on the shore
Rolling into the bubbling suds salty slick like
reflecting off the oil in the water
Cyclops eyes stare
Stick a finger in POP
Folding into the pools
Where I buried your body in the sand
Marking your life grave with tiny flags
From the eastern shores of Hiroshima
Democracy disguised in western revelries
The one orange sun hangs low kissing the waves
& winks
This is kind of strange watching your skin pale yellow
Squinting my eyes trying to arrange
This strange covering of bones, maybe a mermaid metamorphosis,
Kiss me and breathe for me
Cause I lost my sense in the gasp while
Experiencing the fallout from the winds
That sting like acid from a dropper
Flushing my blotched skin
Into a full blush
Yer Nipples poke my chest that heaves
When you cleave my heart with your open pores
That are weeping for me to suckle
as if I am the last of humanity you are trying to feed
Save the masses cause the gases have escaped the history books
Cooking our brains with endorphin snails
Crawling away from the fires of the other lovers
On the beach
Ashes to dust handfuls of lust but its only your hair
Wrapped around my body tangled in the seaweed from the great big pond
That just wont stop
Coming and going
Bubbling gurgling cries of great white memories lies.

~ by beingjohnsweet on April 19, 2008.