What means Spermatorrhoea??
Excessive emission of semen without org-sm or er-ction.
Semen is a whitish fluid that contains sperm.
Spermatorrhea is a disorder in males where an individual
experiences involuntary ejaculation or release of semen
without er-ction.Epithelial cells per high power field(HPF)
in your urine.Having a moderate number or many cells may
indicate:a yeast or urinary tract infection(UTI)kidney or liver disease.
Categories:
epithelial, addiction, body, books, drink,
Form: Free verse
Age 10 slough. Age twenty slough.
Age thirty slough.
Age forty and fifty slough
and so on.
Age sixty was a mighty shedding,
the polished scales
rattling in the very teeth of death.
Wriggling skins, some actual skins,
much metaphorical molt,
ephemeral epithelial layers of self.
Shadow buzzards;
those gormandizing birds
that exfoliate entropy,
they that aid the slip-sliding away
of all pivotal and transitional days,
they now sing my late peeling songs.
Enough. Basta!
This year my skin is stuck to word-bones
and only a starving raptor
could peck away this pelt and sheathing,
and not yet
not while I still have skin in the game.
Categories:
epithelial, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Walking. Eyes looking straight ahead; seeing nothing. Squinting out the sunlight. Feeling the sun's rays on your nearly closed eyes. The light glowing orange through thin epithelial. Realizing sometimes one can see with one's eyes closed. Still too bright. Must turn inward and look away from the light. Now too dark. Continue moving inward until your new eyes show you which way to go. You will know when you reach your destination. Do not backtrack. Much too bright.
Categories:
epithelial, absence, allusion, blue, butterfly,
Form: I do not know?
I long for these ancients to speak to me
but we have rescued them from the world of the dangerously alive
and plummeted them into a vast pyramidal tomb sealed with wax.
It is a tomb of glass, where the preserved fustiness of eras past
can slowly shed any traces of the epithelial cells that crafted them.
I see the painted sarcophagus, but not the Pharaoh
only the ghost of the one who painted its symbols and hieroglyphs.
A few spatters of red paint encrusted on her face, the smell of oils,
a reward of coins, a night of victorious cries of pleasure,
and in the morning, a mere woman checking the alabaster jars so
her unused paint would not dry to powder like the Pharoah’s blood.
Categories:
epithelial, history, mystery, time,
Form: Free verse
Bubbles adoringly cling
To long, lean appendages,
Slowly caressing in sensuous delight
As the slide over satin epithelial;
Following each indentation,
Every crevice and crease;
Gliding lovingly across semi- aroused flesh;
Bringing tension and awareness to every synapse;
Heightening sexual responses
As each bubble boldly pops
Over sensitive erogenous zones;
Reeking havoc with the senses.
At last, their job done,
They turn liquid- a rush of sensation
Then leisurely trickle down the drain,
Their intimate interlude complete
9/4/04
Categories:
epithelial, imagery, sexy,
Form: Free verse