from sweet lips...
Twas a wet clone of sun kissed
yellow, wallowing in its blues.
Cursed it was to an insipid life
we men wallow without clues.
Chopped halves of it's brothers
draped in salt black and white
colored no more his sepia walls
in ironic smiles or pure delight
Tickling fingers five groped him
as nerves white in dismay froze.
Blurred horizon of buzzing bees
now in symphony slowly arose.
Not just another mortal it was
for his primrose bud had burst
squirting away sweet dribble
in moans of a quenched thirst.
...to a sour taste.
Crooked nails reeking of earth
mangled and choked in smoke
now suffused in a virgin's slime
innocence and love provoked
Stained flesh garbed an unripe
boy's wish, cloaking him blind
as rusted silver sliced the skin
only for cannibal lips to grind
Slapped hard he awoke to air
stinking in his brethren's jest.
Blushing in shame he curled
to the calls of a sinful incest.
Lies they all are, told in tales
of lasting love and sure fates.
Unrequited lives we survive
in search of credulous baits.
~lying lips and lusty quips never did any harm ~
yellow, wallowing in its blues.
Cursed it was to an insipid life
we men wallow without clues.
Chopped halves of it's brothers
draped in salt black and white
colored no more his sepia walls
in ironic smiles or pure delight
Tickling fingers five groped him
as nerves white in dismay froze.
Blurred horizon of buzzing bees
now in symphony slowly arose.
Not just another mortal it was
for his primrose bud had burst
squirting away sweet dribble
in moans of a quenched thirst.
...to a sour taste.
Crooked nails reeking of earth
mangled and choked in smoke
now suffused in a virgin's slime
innocence and love provoked
Stained flesh garbed an unripe
boy's wish, cloaking him blind
as rusted silver sliced the skin
only for cannibal lips to grind
Slapped hard he awoke to air
stinking in his brethren's jest.
Blushing in shame he curled
to the calls of a sinful incest.
Lies they all are, told in tales
of lasting love and sure fates.
Unrequited lives we survive
in search of credulous baits.
~lying lips and lusty quips never did any harm ~
