The Twelve Kisses of *saturn - Part 3
* (Saturn is esoterically associated with the twelfth month of December)
… I feel your clutching of the wraiths (ghosts) suspended
between us, serenade of
echoes,
writhing,
blindly agape – and I crouching on the curb
watching the road
baptizing its secrets with curses dripping
incinerated from our lips,
intoxicating myself on
a promise of smoke clutching,
clutching at the road
flooded
sotted, unspoken wraiths…
… twisting within the heat….
* * *
… the swell of sky and earth
is in the curve of your belly and lips
I teased with delicacies until
I stuffed them in your mouth
while you smiled as widely
as the springtime laughing
through the trees
awaking and unashamed…
* * *
… did we have a child?
no, but we whelped giggles
as shy as a bridal veil,
as bold as robbers
accomplishing the theft
of marriage nostril to nostril…
Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-Vonglashaus | Year Posted 2010
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