Sunset Tears

H.J. Cruz

7/11

Unabated by documentary dissection, she motions,

Passion fruit warmed on a desert oasis,

She’s a temptuous typhoon, I, a skiff in a riptide,

Wind in her sheets, her pointed lungs, her hair.

Prime, primal, provocative; tearing moral fabric,

Boys need not apply, nor meek minded minstrels,

One taste; one addiction, senses snared, loins ache,

Counting curves by candlelight; dimples of dispensation,

Humbling the Gods with weighty compensation,

I found sunset tears on a windswept boardwalk,

Love is but a noun, genesis reigns,

The quantum queen sequesters my soul.

I’d walk a mile through gnashing teeth,

To lay my head upon your door mat,

Dare I defile my dimensional deity?

Shall I devour, ravage oh precious Prometheus.

With mortar & pistol taunt antagonistic alchemy,

Safflower seduction & misty mischievous mockery,

Her, creations concubine, a fleshy feast foretold,

I a butterfly explore her folds for nervy nexus.

I but a notch on a bedpost, a boost on a bangcock barometer,

Yet it is in the now I can uncoil  evolutions spine,

Sipping mountain dew like a Gieco gecko,

Temptation lost, I thrust again and again.

A moan, a whimper, a whine,

A whine? Oh, say it ain’t so

Amidst ecstasy my blow up beauty got a hole,

Quickly I perform mouth to mouth,

But she’s gone, gone, gone with the wind,

My sweet sunset tears, now a latex scaffold!

Copyright

H.J. Cruz

7-11-08