poem without words

this was an exercise i assigned... and then did myself...


sex without the word


stretch your fingers across me
roam my blades and quarter my soul into fours
slip your index down my middle;
tease my sternum with greedy tongue
crease my flesh lik wet napkins,
rumpled flesh of a woman you make me
whisper into my peaks, make it your microphone
or just pull them with your teeth
wait
now, hurry my panting with your brush against
open thighs
leave me dizzy; keep me scorched;twist my insides
please...
lather this pink softness with fevered mounting
wholly man -- you keep me wanting of all things
purple and black and rhythms dance around our mouths
lift our tongues with sparks of sentiment and tears
escape my lids