scattered ripples
scattered ripples
when my face reached
his genitals
fierce waves tossed
around my sun-struck hell
i ate my dreams
with lemon and salt
like Joan the Mad Queen
& there was nothing
to be said
i rose
he left
i drowned angels
in their smug water
scattered ripples
with my tongue
pinned… wriggling
on the wall
i have known
flat legs
of lonely men
in blue jeans
& empty boxes
where [every-would-be
Lazarus]
hid a million
handkerchiefs
yet never said
a proper hello
or good-bye
or good-bye
© Sergio A. Ortiz, June 28, 2010
beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteThank you Pramathesh!
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