The Kiss I Like These Days

[miyako73]

The lips that blow the scents of coal, kerosene, and bonfire
And of burning sulfurs inviting lost spirits and reincarnations
To feast on the ripe melons and on the bulges and the creases
Squirting bitterness and fluids and bleeding boil pus and poison

The lips that whisper the stench of lilies dying before spring,
The breaths of owls gasping, and the stink of rotting fireflies
And that promise the gentle foreplay of the heated daggers
And the blades my nape skin sharpens and my pelvis dulls

The lips that spew the curses of thick saliva and green vomit:
Hidden half-smile and incomplete orgasm behind the gauze linen,
The purpose of glass shards, and the stubbornness of needles
And pointless pins on the pulsating and bleeding silhouettes

[Delta40]

This is written as if it would contain typical beautiful descriptors which makes it rather compelling as a result.

[miyako73]

Thanks, Delta. I just wanted to explore the essence of "and" in this poem. I like how it came out-- succession of events and combination of things. I think it would be difficult if I wrote about vanilla, straight sex.

[AuntShecky]

Haven't seen you in these here parts in a while--glad to have you back. This offering is pretty good. The only suggestion I'd make is to change the word order in line 8.

Auntie

[miyako73]

Thanks, Auntie. I could see what you meant in line 8, but I liked "pelvis dulls" as it gave two ideas-- bones and genitalia. Thanks again for the welcome and for reading. I tried to quit, but again the itch to write persevered, and I yielded to it.