Tales of the Flesh

~A collection of short twisty poems    
   
I. One of those untitled...    
   
After the allure    
of the
         n    
            i    
          g    
             h    
           t,    
                
                has subsided...    
and the yearning    
of the
         f    
           l    
          e    
            s    
          h,    
     
               has abated...
   
All I wanted,    
is to be held    
by you--    
   
Drift into those    
sleepy eyes    
and    
s l o w l y    
   
lick    
taste
kiss    
          a    
             w    
           a    
              y--    
   
all the traces    
          of my want    
this damp    
          my heat    
this sweat    
          and my scent...    
   
that I have left    
invisibly smeared    
across your lips--    
   
to let you know    
that I would miss you    
but I won't stop you    
If you want to leave,    
   
by tomorrow...    
   
(though, I dont want you to...)    
   
   
II. The Contortionist    
   
These    
         l    
            i    
         m    
            b    
          s...    
                   submissive to a fault--    
   
d                              dis    
  e                                 lo    
     for                         ca    
  m                  d             t    
     i              n                 i     
       n         a                 n    
      g                               g    
   
themselves according    
to your (twisted) whims    
   
a nature's freak (you said...)    
   
I wish my heart is as    

 f    
   l    
 e    
   x    
 i    
   b    
     l    
      e        
            as that...    
   
   
III. I like it rough    
   
Body language;    
my mother tongue    
   
If taken,    
       
      s   l    o    w 
and    
         u   n    s    u    rrr   e...    
   
all you'll get is a gibberish rant,    
   
but to be driven,    
   
         passionately    
                 
               on a dirty, rocky road--    
   
(my love--)    
You'll have the poetry,  
    
lying unsung, unspoken, unwritten--  
 
Underneath this skin...