Red-Hot Religion

I have this . . . Hunger

Hurricane Hips that interprets danger

and the wanton meanings of touch

 

I have this . . . odd guilt

that is relative to Red-Hot Religions

of sailors, muscles, showers of spit and lube

storms of guy-gravy

and then the little girl inside

that darling damnation

leaves me to these parched eyes

 

These panther's eager lips

that somehow rescue me

in reptilian offerings

spires and skies which carry me home

 

away, aware I am one of them

chestnuts and china

Buffalo and bride

all in one salted heavenly hell

 

I have this . . . hunger

a junky for Jackal-harsh joys

but the lipstick love of men

like magnets to my madness

its prick and biohazard truths

resounding in my pink poetry

 

designed by desires

and desperations both

an epic dirge, I think,

which will later play in a temple

a Red-Hot Religion

 

for all of us

lost in our lust

and the truths of it.

 

Reviews

[Shellie]

I must say this is writing of a kind I have never come across, a fresh take on lust no matter what shape or size and its your severe honesty that drew me in and your choice of words as perfect. Your phrases are fantastic, surprising pieces of words put together. This is really good writing.

[Monday Parker]

Man, this is freaken great writing. Deep and decripitve. I love this part

These panther's eager lips
that somehow rescue me
in reptilian offerings
spires and skies which carry me home.......Its so creative and has me thinking long after i have finished the poem. Great great job...

[John A Common]

My goodness,whew okay that was some heavy stuff. I think you capture lust perfectly,kinda grossed out by it yet drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Great stuff I'm putting this one in my fav's.

[Legion]

No doubt and amen to that. I simply love the way you have come across with this. Excellent work. Going in my favorites. Kudos.

Actually thought this was going to be about something else. Greatly surprised as well as impressed.