Uniting in undermined passion cubes, cocooned Or connected by shared primacy, pleasure, pulse Surreptitious fictitious sensual senses, sensing Sweetness as the first sign, seconded sexuality Confined yet confused, obtuse and SO perfuse You’re holding my aura oration in INHALES Watchtowers wink at WE on cue, licking at Lies, eying their squally symbolic eye of thy Stormy cloud-squared sensuality as I sign My underscored line on ontological earth Rhapsodic in reason yet rhythm trails... Tribal canonizing, caress tender tresses Obsession cupped in shapely sentience Heirloom hands interlace two fingers Pointed, they circle ivory sand Sun signs of the tectonic times, my lips move yet Language barriers befall fluent opsimath mouths Bodies yearning, learning, body doubling duress Sympathetic nervousness, skyline cistern bliss Chancing three-struck flames of veridical love Lust, libido, licentiousness, and lexical land Landing atop philological texts of false nature Flashing phenomena is my polysemy on heat Warps of want, we wanted more more more EXHALE exoteric arching of lexeme action Ultimatums intimated us, askew axioms I tasked you with skin truths, so PURE So principled, so overwrought.
© Edward Swafford 2025
You're killing me with your formatting prowess.
This was something else. This was like the poem that will be someone's favorite poem in a dogeared book they paid more than they could afford to spend at an upscale flea market but did it anyway because it was a first print edition and those are impossible to find.