The Persistence Of My Memory Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Persistence Of My Memory



i am looking forward to see
molten clocks on my table
elongated days like rubber
heated with the fire from your
eyes
dripping silver spoons from
my porcelain cup
of coffee
i expect the flow of lava
in my bed

you say you are hot and
about to erupt
into a multiple orgasm
on my linen

well said, but not well done.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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