Treasure Island

Simon Huggins

(05-June-1972 / Oxford, UK)

Quiet [Creation Myth #15]

now your brother is near -
It would be to him
an amalgam of all his years of suffering
to sense me here.

your excitable fumblings -
my smell is tempering
waiting until your own humours excrete then
the life-sac tied.

such consideration aside.
She feels the spray.
Your brother is here - my brothers inside.
Warmly this passage subsides...

The realisation jumps
electrodes alive - door ajar -
Your brother reveals your drip of slime
and smells desire.

Submitted: Monday, February 06, 2006

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