Xenos

Xenos sneaking behind my throat

Licking the clavicle 

And other tiny bones

And those dandelions

Bright-so-yellow

Tickle periphery

Of the deformed body

And dab little toe

Till my armpits ooze

Sebaceous booze 

Xenos inside my tract

Messenger carrier

Or a psychopath

Transcribing scripts

Of monks 

Secreting dye

From irises alongside light

Green trance

In his eyes firing a climax

Into a pine essence 

Evaporating from my 

Salivary gland 

Xenos press my arch

Achy ligaments

My sore mouth

Detoxify filthy puss

Through endocrine paths

Torn tissues

Cardiocytes

Diminished heart pulse

Who will sort me out?

Reviews

[Chris]

...I had a facetious response and thought it over and decided since you didn't know my sense of humor that you could have taken my review as hurtful. It's not hurtful. I used to write abstraction poetry long, long ago - mainly in my beginning. I really thought it was chic until I realized very few knew or cared about what I was saying. There are some that will "get it" - always are (so they say), but when the novelty wears off they go to another fad.

A depiction of a stranger - a friend - even someone forcing themself on an unwary other is a strong write in possibility. The eroticism of the depiction is evident. Valid imagery and word choice. It seemed to lack a certain heat ...satisfaction... maybe desire?