Making Love With Memories Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Making Love With Memories



You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.

We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.

I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.

And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
















































































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Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory

Saturday, May 15, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 15 May 2010

thinking of this: : : I kissed a venerable mouth – Crammed with falsities – a poet always tries to put into words his own experiences.. we convey a lot without knowing sometimes. thank u for sharing.

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