Feeling iffy
Gypsy GirlText Box: Feeling iffy if I was as impotent as this poem; I would be happy to be frayed paper, sitting on a night stand, whispering my silent words as your fingers search deeper, tips circling swollen surface: I would be with you still as a held breath opening; candle-light flickering on this ceiling… if I was as impotent as written symbols, I would carve parchment ink with burning desire, I am watching hushed waves of wanting dance, tongue licking delicate swirls: You are with me now hungry as an ear listening; moans echo in the dark… if I was as impotent as spoken word I would explode syllables free into dark rooms, where we embrace outside of all time forever, bodies wet dripping lover’s sweat: entire worlds are with us as envious pornographic screens; collective lust screaming all night… if I was as impotent as this poem; I would be happy to be frayed paper, sitting on a night stand, whispering my silent words as your fingers search deeper, tips circling swollen surface: I would be with you sudden as a held breath released; candle-light flickers as your eyes open… Jim Larwill