THR3E

THR3E

 

Rediscovery of liquid G-force with meals

consumed,

pre-emptive strike of sweat

drenched fever

that unleashed the idealist Id

of uninhibited

acceptance of third party

malingering

 

These acts of enlivened skin

commotioned to locomotion potion

on ecclectic lotions

for eager elegies of seraphims

half drowning in oceans

growling hunger

which percussions

off every wall

relished reverberations' reasons

to sing-song

to fall...

 

Threesome becomes

a stereo Seabring

convertible men, instrumenting

pistol--Pete--pieces

attached yet slip 'n slidin'

to the composer's invisible command

through glass doors

chimera motion-chords

conducting fire internal

unsatiated cries for more

legendary and eternal

sensations from one to another

boom / seat / holes / poles

galore

singe these 3 human desires

Wanton (evening magics)

Wired (by quickness of sires)

Tragic

 

Each pass of pleasure

receives a boy in pain

intrinsic need

for love

cry to tympanies of rain

floods darkens inside softer hopes

trinities of these 3

men unmusically reclining

deaf to empathy's choir

a child

of Pan's luted lire,

labyrinth and lust

replacing heartfelt brevity

or dream prespired

levity

 

Each point of entry

a*s mouth or thought

compromises the wonderment

of wish for sleep

and kisses that barely

touch kismet's lips

excited, heavenly, all of him only

but for these hedons 3

satisfying ecstasy in shadows

Jins of momentary

orgasm and mint quiverings

of sexual trio's

skin-searching crystal din

lack of the word

to know

or testify

instincts inside

the deity of divine deeds

deflowered in nude servility

bodies 3  defined indefinitely

no chivalry but only

cured / calamity

just sex

and its quick

finality...

 

boy seeks more

as though at war

with his own duality...

two plus naive makes

three...

Reviews

[Neve Stone]

Two words...effing awesome.

[Ed Hart]

funny girl....i like my poems well done (sometimes, over easy), as this is...