NaPM April 17 2016

[QDeathstar]

Dom

Rubber wrapped round
like scarlet letters
intense, in shame.

I'm constricted--
restricted by your breath.
Pull it tighter. Me
in tighter.

Slide against my garden's grooves--
pluck my weeds and wet me
till my dangling fruit explodes
with passion's nectar.

[billy]

enjoyed your Brianna Mlack poem milo...it gave me a stiffy

[billy]

Off to Greece

They piled in the waiting boat
and found their place among the lost;
held children closer than a coat,
no tally yet as to the cost.
It bent and surged, it raged and tried,
to breast each curling crest. To flee,
to leave behind a home and pride
for places on a rubber flea