erotic 3

Ducking into
my body...

I pitched the tent into the soil.
I painted the lesions,

red, as if
they were legion.

Until money becomes operable.

..., a

"practicing homosexual,"
he said,

like "a building in
four parts,"

"with red stripes."

Stemming in part from it,
he very nearly added

"a hint of merengue, with clove spice."
I was cloudy, resting my feeling
on my tongue.

But not me. "I placed my tongue
in the hot salt, the river valley."

It separated. It was wet.
The banks were soft, yet firm.

I was fortunate enough
to drop into the water
and the earth.

"I was filled with something like experience,
but it was beforehand." Nobody told me.

But it didn't matter.
My feelings were settled
so the magic would happen.

It would all be settled
by sleeping,

forgetting another disgust
until it reaches you.

Underwear, cock and balls,

"but you will have children
one day."

Duck into my body,
on that day before me.