Friday, March 30, 2007

Poetry Friday: The Word is MELT

Ninety Eight Point

A square of chocolate, dark and deep, smelling of flowery, hot earth...

Communion wafer, pale and thin, one breath sends it butterflyfluttering...

Tugs of crystal pink cotton candy, whispering “just one more one more”...

The folds of folds that you find, and taste open, between my thighs...

Melt
on
Your
fabulous
warm
tongue

8 Comments:

Blogger NWO said...

Mona, I can't believe I've not be reading your stuff regularly. This is awesome!

9:25 PM  
Blogger Jeremiah said...

Mona, your poetry is lethal. I have to stand up to read it so I can run away if it gets too CLOSE.

I didn't make it this time...

!!

12:39 AM  
Blogger Maggie said...

sensory overload. sensory overload.

6:43 AM  
Blogger Nancy Dancehall said...

Yuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm!

11:58 AM  
Blogger patches said...

I'd like another, please! Hmmm. I'm glad to read that I 'm not the only one preoccupied by Maggie's word pick.

12:35 PM  
Blogger Teri said...

what nancy dancehall said....

8:28 PM  
Blogger Tink said...

Ok, that was pretty hot.

10:12 AM  
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4:30 PM  

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