Monday, July 15, 2013

Serving man

Bookend sentinel,
lost in space

you come hither
but in peace
offering soylent green

blue faced, rose-colored
spectacles wearing white
polyester bell bottoms stretched 
over long greenly laced legs

of interwoven veined spirographs, 
supernovae radiantly out-of-control

to eat me alive.

So an aperitif first,
ultramarine liquid, blurring faculty, 
cleansing palate, warping 
space/time continuum

before pursed lips blow a naked kiss 
concussive enough 
obliterating skin-tight spacesuit to 
bare skin

And for the main entree,
nawa shibari

arms bound, legs tied, mouth 
gagged, whole body 
suspended in anime

floating zero gravity
no one can hear you scream 
for ecstasy deafens
swirling into time tunnels, 
completely harnessed

And still I succumb.

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