Monday, February 21, 2011

Koshka

Dynamo
muscles
rippling waves under
her taught skin.

Cutoff jean shorts
molded
permanent peach and
camel toe.

Smooth
blemish-free legs.

I've chased her
around the park.
She flew ahead
as I wheezed
my smokers cackle.
Her laughter bounced
with her bounding footsteps
trampling through the
warm velvet night
scattering
fallen leaves.

I caught her
by the fountain.
I tried to tell her
these wonderful feelings that
there are no words for

as the jets of water
ejaculate skyward
lamp-lit
like blue lava.

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