PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

deep in the pocket of the cold
just below the front porch
of anticipation
and into the gated community
of the fly
beyond those silver teeth of
the zippered staff
danger therein lurks
quivering convulsions of flesh
stir from their own throbbing
daliances to comply
kidnappers of one's peaceful breath
linger to light fires
debunking previous cordial nights
desire sharpens her blade
slicing through the reserve of both camps
mystery's curtains flutter
the wind of sexual tensions' change
has started to pick up
at such junction
no fonder breaths could ever be taken
lightly again
muse demystifies the myth of living................
(Nov. 7, 2012 1144pm)