rifka rebeccah

Wet Tango - Poem by rifka rebeccah

Foamy jaws,
Sing me a storm
Biting my lips
Driving my nipples to shore

Dance me a tango,
Like the lion caressing her cub
Roaring raving:
To inspire the Silence into view

So the rocky cliffs will learn my name
And intoduce my presence to the moon.
The sun has certainly made my acquaintance.
But the moon sits still ever patiently waiting
til I blow out all the candles on the birthday cake
and awake ageless In her catacombs
without beginning.

Then again,
your trumpet
Signals my descent.
Then again
your trumpet
signals my descent.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

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