Joy Division

 On your knees
And bow before me, she said
Her dark Egyptian fingers
Giving orders to my will.

I crossed her ocean carpet
Wearing a flower in my hand.
Chocolate Chip fine, she was like
Erica Mitchell, only sweeter.

Electric blue toes
And electric blue hair

Ocean girl,
A hover over heaven,
The face in the storm,
Looking beyond the torn fence.

Can I get closer?

I like the taste of a watered
Kiss upon my lips, standing
Barenaked in the house of God.

Blue took her time, licking the night.
I listened to her
Read purple inscriptions
Scribbled on her walls.

I stuck my tongue
Into her socket
And turned on,
Lifted up her skirt
And confessed.

Her colors came in my mouth.

I swallowed a rainbow…ocean joy.

© David T. Hunt 2013. All Rights Reserved.