Saturday, January 17, 2009

fisher

in tear-rusted chains
i smoulder
hot
slow
beneath the hulking
sulking bridge

a bite
i pull one in
he's easy
too easy

my tongue
wraps his cock
my smoke circles
the bridge pylon
swallows the sun

he fills my
aching sex
fails to touch
my soul
i throw him back

With apologies to L for the stolen ideas.

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1 comment:

  1. The more I read this, the more I love it. It's powerful. So many good lines, particularly "swallows the sun". I read many things into that. Thank you P.

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