Guttural Image
Left waist high
from night's lustful waters
she is caught
in soaked twisted sheetsHis smell remains
on a dirty pillow case
stale paint
flakes from the yellow ceilingCracks crawl upon the surface
mirrored waters ebbed
touch of a tingling breath
arouses her thighsHis mouth flowing full of promise
tongue trailing deep
tracing her moist
matt of tangled hairProbing fingers of lust
salty beads rolling in waves
crashing marks of desires
catching at her breastsAllured by fish hook fingers
aged with contempt
a fortified heart
of resonanceStanding she dresses
clasping his cold
offering left
on a bare table
