Tuesday, August 8, 2006

in heat

the day promises
coiled springs, swishing slips
my head buzzes, my hands flutter quiver stutter
my tongue lies heavy and potent
my stomach anticipates
still i feel, oh sibilant syllables,
sexy
humm purr hiss

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

you have something here. keep goin'..

ciao.

Anonymous said...

damn.
this is one of the few extremely rare moments that poetry written by someone who is still alive makes sense.
i like.lots.
:)

Anonymous said...

too many :D

Anonymous said...

He he, rrrrruffing it out, are ya?