Forget about the sun in your eyes
The pain will go away
Ever so faithful
Careful, don’t spill the blood in your mind;
burning is no excuse
to loose the blue and red and yellow
that flows in your veins the way it used to.
A child’s image, naked in the water--
can't free the sun in your face.
It’s like an ever-faithful pet, a woman...
Feed on the sweet and bitter fluid
that falls in your mouth
like it was meant to be there, in your mouth
under your thick skin.
Sick! Sick! Sick man
touching those forbidden parts...
the imagination and the deepest truth.
Trying to live, trying to get you, trying to
let the cloths fly like sin in the Fall!
The beast is the sex of a secret,
a secret that is tattooed on your face
with a scent of the scent
that everyone desires in passion.
Or is it lechery?
Dusty dream buffet--
it was only yesterday’s
forbidden wholesale meal in church
next to the hand holding yours.
It tastes good, like sex, and brains.
Yes...
The prudent one eats all year long--
And the glutton wears tomorrow’s meal all over her face.
© Dean A. Klotz