Monday, September 23, 2013

Alyssa Black


Sooth My State
One internal note but visceral
un-companionable
massacred
con-artist suave
disgruntled
plain-to-see
congenial
machismo
penetrate
my silence
hold the script
your letters pain me more
no sooth my state
Attack all vitals

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Somewhat Suggestive
On the couch, with a book in her hand
fervently, with her hands, she grasps the hardcover binding—
her eyes, wet with desire, penetrate the words on the page
mind, like a phallus, overcome by sensation.
ideas, carnal beyond
what words by themselves should offer
pounding lust, deep within her
oh god, turn the page faster



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