George Murdock Poems

I dream of you open like the pale Lotus flower
The petals of your nether lips moist with
dew drops of honey nectar
your inner flesh luscious and splayed
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Speaking above them they could not hear me
as I raged and shrieked in tongues
my head was like a fountain
words like feathers floated down
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One day it was familiar but not home
it had turned that way
while he was at work
the first thing he noticed
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I fall into the green pools of your eyes
once again
like crimson tipped rose petals into a violent stream
rushed away from sensibility
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I must climb you like a spine
revel in you like a yodeler in a cave
devote a continent to you
have no conscience about driving
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Like any other changeling
She was waiting to transform
Waiting for her arms to curl into flaps
Waiting for another set of legs to emerge
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Let me say this standing while I still have breath to sing
There must be a light somewhere that brightens everything
I try like someone desperate to light a fire of the heart
I strike another match and watch you blow it all apart
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He looked like a good saddle horse
though his hair was long
and his beard three days course
she soon had the saddle on him
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They left you where you had fallen
against your pane
like a sparrow deceived in flight
with your delicate frail wings
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While bodies bloated in dark water
floated past news dinghys
W was making mincemeat
of Karl on the ping pong table
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