Whitney Jones Olson

Rookie (August 14,1982 / Indiana)

Eros - Poem by Whitney Jones Olson

You pace over me
measured proportionate
muscular worshipping
Just read me with the mind of a nympho
you maniac, and
suddenly it will all be clear
Everything is erotic
even rotting;
that's impending regeneration,
and nature.
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,
Centipedes undulate,
Machines support and vibrate.
Blood has so many textures -
tell me, I can show you
the eros of everything.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 2, 2006



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