A Different Age (And Out Of Context)

I want
To love
A Portuguese spinster
And the squeaky sound of a comb going through hair
Like a tightly wound oily violin string
Is the sound of her ergot walking laughter
Blossom lips and vulgar Portuguese hips
Erotic as the promise of
“Oh darling it’s going to be so much worse in the dark
When I turn out the lights”
The promise of wet and warm and
Copper and iron and
Soft and squishy
Sex as an ostracized display
Ease down on my cock and flail your limbs
Anything to feel you
Wet on my stomach
Kiss me
Slowly this time
Till it’s maddening
So maddening I start to gouge at your eyes
And feel for the delicate parts of your spine
To click
Click
And remove it for replacement
Organic offense
Reinforce it with iron
This is modern love
Modernist sex
Persistence of flesh
No memory of last night’s dialogue
Just that smell again
It seems to follow me everywhere and
Sticks to my fingers the morning after
Shallow deaths
Flirty little amusements
*huh* *haAaH*
Little heartstopper, oh me oh my
The caves on the coves feel like Gaia’s womb in the summer
Her cold cold cunt
And
Stomach
Are there enough rotting donkeys?
Enough references to Dali for you to masturbate to?
I guess when you eat pineapple
You’re destined to cum sweet things
After a fashion