Whitney Jones Olson
Eros - Poem by Whitney Jones Olson
You pace over me
Just read me with the mind of a nympho
you maniac, and
suddenly it will all be clear
Everything is erotic
that's impending regeneration,
Death, rebirth, children,
grey badgers, you, i, them, surely.
Flowers blossoming are a woman,
a velvety touch, a pair of scented lips.
Glasses hide the window to the heart,
belts the window to the soul.
Mirrors reflect flesh,
Metal emphasizes flesh,
Machines support and vibrate.
Blood has so many textures -
tell me, I can show you
the eros of everything.
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