root to sensual mountain



i thought

your mouth could

insert no

other touches


no other bursts


but the swell of

turquoise brings

thunderclaps to

synapses


receives the tide’s

gasp of mirrors,

a lake were it

to spill


adrift the buried shells

inert bees are alerted

to fuss the sugar and

caramel twisted senses


squeeze full orchid

arrival of trumpets

curves are visual-dew-

losses, returns shudder -


from magenta blushes


that root drinks supper

and tho the guzzle is

fleeting, sudden muscles

sublime


laid there like debris

rid of stars and their

meteor orbits, rid of

the world about, just


bliss


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