Under the Red Light

 
Under the red light,
The rainbow has come,
Tossing her colors into Neruda’s sea.

Tonight, we will leave this world,
And give the skin room to breathe,
Soaking it in a swirl of majesty.

Days like this were once behind us,
Written in books that will never dream
Of being opened. She will dream for them,
Removing fabric, giving her soul to the sacrifice.

To love her is to read her mind.
Her gypsy breasts desire Pandora’s touch.
Calypso Frelimo, amplified and surrounding,
Tying her limbs with water.

A century gone, floating in this tub of milk,
The urge of the canvas, still as silence
Between her legs, suffering the slave’s pain,
Ready to be violated with paint.

This is where we’ll dine.

Grapes fed to her lips, like a queen whore
Searching for the word. The slow hum of progress
Tapping her on wet shoulders; Tomorrow will not
Wait for us. The NOW is forever. Be the woman in
The song: the turn inside the twist.

Come and feel my tongue,
Make me travel down memory’s lane,
Of secrets and doors.

Let me read stories and poems to your kiss.
Tease them with your best of intentions.
Syllables control the flow as you drown in cream.
The chill of heat stares inside the womb of each moan,
Weighing the night heavy with pure milk chocolate consequence.

Bury your head in my love, this red curtain
Of mischief, for no one knows the loom
Of its touch quite like you: the only junkie inside the room.

Love me. Bring yourself to it. Pander to the release
Of the summer night, a path of liquid in a melted lounge chair.
Your red skin turns me on. This is the taste of love:
Tight, erect words stretching the skin, pulling the hair,
Making her mouth water like a fall.

Sex and magic rolled slowly in a sheet of darkness:
A crystal flower Cumming on herself. Never stop
The go. Shiver the toes, and quiver the lips.
Pleasure her. Defy gravity. Eat her rainbow,
Unlock her door. Make her find ways to resemble wings.
Send her into the night, a star fucked by her own mind.
Let no man bring us under. Desire me…until your skin is sore,

Until the night drains itself of all the stars
Inside your ocean and falls asleep.

Enjoy the ooze and swallow me whole.

© David T. Hunt 2013. All Rights Reserved