SENSATION LIKE MUDSLIDE
I
want to crawl back to womanhood
Reach for genitals and bury them under a hammock
Parade naked under a heated moon with faux pearls
While I throw confetti trinkets to a city of sea virgins
Their bushes still smooth not prickly pears
Behind barbed wires they stare
Envious of my perky breasts
They resemble two flights of stairs
Pricking the sky
The city of wind strokes famishment
Barbaric eyes with sappy tears
Yearn for copulation’s secrets
Of meat and ass
Of gentleman’s appetite
Towards the weaker sex
Decontamination is what they crave
The blessing
The bath of ecstasy nowhere in sight
Impatiently they wait for rain
And see other things that don’t coincide
© 2006 by Cathy Delaleu