outlawed is something that is simply
against the law
a crime
whot?
my tome speaks to the soul
and then some
it reaches far into the depths of Shangri-La
with words and impressions
far-fetched dreams and fanciful thoughts of you
between one and none
there gapes infinity
no one can fathom our desperation
when we are alone
hah! laugh and the world laughs with you
cry and she cried desperate
ah, we may be able to choose our sins
which can be as comforting as the aroma of a lover's sweat
but we can't select our consequences
but with you!
my goddess with a porn queen attitude
we make love urgently, hungrily
as though the world might end before we were finished
later . . .
as the porn sweat began to dry on our nakedness
we talked
rather I talked as she watched
wringing meaning from every syllable
even the spaces between words
were bloated and pregnant with significance

©January 15, 2018 / Jerry Pat Bolton