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 © Sergio A. Ortiz, June 28, 2010