Least Read Collaboration Poems

Lusting pastels
melting pink.
Flowing
down the contours of flesh.
The smell of sweet, ripened fruit.
Decanter the scent.
Delicious inside my palate.
Rushing floods
wet my taste,
quenching my stout.

Put your nose
against the blossom of desire
and inhale the essence
as the aphrodisiac
that ravishes your brain.
Place your lips
on the blooming succulence
and nourish your thirst
with its delicacy.

Their world painted in shadows void of emotions
a gladiator of narcissist placenta dangling  
on a decaying umbilical, idolized by fools  
pampered and spoiled by the embryos of insanity
behind a firewall of debauchery, self-contained
from their own Cuckoo clock...half-baked
Manitou of inebriated veins gaslighting a lamppost  
molding their faces and drawing a smile
to cover the rotting grudge that lies behind
it’s second nature, like taking a breath
looking down on you with a folie de grandeur
thinking they’re someone else ...