Soft Sell

they sat together by chance
afternoon train to Denver
he pondering his prospects
she wearing her being like a want ad
from lip gloss down to nail polish
fingers almost at rest on her phone
they were confessing recent foibles
casual ventures since some poignant ex
all estimated in shiny cheer
he bites an apple with a false lust
she mentions that apparently,
… she’s a good kisser
no — he groans inside, that’s doubtful
a good kisser would know it
minus need for external say so
from her tongue down to her opening
a good kisser would know

_______RS

[ Image : from a fluff piece about lip shapes ] (link)

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Lady From Elsewhen

an illicit kiss in jersey fucking city
sent his gyroscope akimbo one night
and she knows something which you cannot
if you believe it merely a trifle

inflection points in biography maps
scurry into dark recess under scrutiny
like shy but menacing cold-eyed eels
biding moments to deliver destiny’s sting

yoni not unlike the tongues of cows
insisting, not inviting, clutching raw, velcro
leaves an imprint beyond all wishing’s pull:
seed revealed once these bodies decompose

_______RS

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haiku ’18 (moon knows)

The mysterious alchemy of desire run amok, as a secret invader virus penetrating the culture via the gateway of individuals wanting, without balance. The moon, our unconscious pastness, is winning, and the fiction that reason holds the antidote rather than spiritual activity, is its concealed ally.

https://skirmisheswithreality.files.wordpress.com/2018/04/moon-knows1-e1524269905814.png

_______RS

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