An Image Of Sexuality
An ashen field - yellow leaves,
dry meadows fortifying a river growth within.
May be to conspire lovers
into crossing each others immortality
in little cardboard boats-
securing little collected amounts
of flaming passion for years.
In my apartment it was
just a matchbox and an ashtray
of burnt cigarette stubs.
Even some scattered weeds.
Within the flowing streams of vodka
only our fingers clasped,
exhaustively smeared with vaginal fluid, semen;
Silhouetted against the ripened imagery
of what might be-
a Russian girl's harvesting heaven.
two masturbating hands - like this,
dream of love too.
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