Sex and Brains

    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