hug is connection
it is a ceremony
of love, of living.
hug
Red Lust
Collision of the bodies
intermingling sweat
the passionate hug
the seductive kiss
moan emerges like hiss
euphoria of the best drug
the fingers finally met
come true the auguries
the lust overcomes all
echoes around, a silent bawl.
P.s.- Written in the same rhyming scheme, as the Violet Juice. I haven’t given a name to this form of poetry… I am still open to suggestions.
Hello Child
Hello child,
Here I bring for you
the flowers- sniff them
won’t you?
they are so beautiful
aren’t they?
such a smooth blackness
they behold over them
sniff them son
sniff them, oh my dear child
and let me hug you
let me give you the kiss
let me hold you
let me grasp you from behind
let me be with you
please draw me inside you
let me cover you in my cape
oh my dear child
listen to me
here is your depression speaking to you.
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