EXISTENTIAL SYMPHONY

Erotic love poem

EXISTENTIAL SYMPHONY

 

the sensual awakenings

and moist warmings

of coupled mornings

 

when you lie down on your back

and i drink you

like sweet water from my hat-

 

but more than this, you

mean more to me than that-

the mind glue

undersaid

is moresaid

because the mass and volume

spills out of these conventional rooms

we shed-

 

it never doubts

that all within us, is ours without

the frills

of impossible possessions

that fills

love and bares it’s confessions.

 

i is flip flapped

and tongue smacked

by the time lapsed

music of your words

that sing and fly

low and high

like tantric birds.

 

sex me your beauty boolie b***s

to way with

and your pouty southy mouth

that loves to give

me head in all your moods-

that ice in long vermouth

and sober drunken truths

of ageless youth.

 

i have taken

each note

of your existential symphony

inside me

but not forsaken

the infinite strings of marxist hope,

 

where individuality

can still be

individual

and not residual,

unlivable

bonds that broke

when alienation spoke.

 

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones from his book WOODED WINDOWS. 2011. All Rights Reserved.