Curved Poem by shimon weinroth

Purple shroud hugged and warmed, base fiddle form
Slide antennae around the corner
Smell flesh coloured curves

Myrrh perfumed hot to touch,
Rippling, tingling, undulating-
At the base two dimples wink
Column straight and forward,
Broomstick swallowed - poise and stance

Oh to rest this headless soul, in that sleepy hollow
Feel soft silver skin, hairless
Pale and translucent smooth
Drawn down to bed of deep
And swaying vortex

Matrix of the mind, and somewhat more
Kissed the love of my love
Uplifted transcended on so light a beam