deep inside (a memory)
snaking in and out of
hidden hallways
seeking respite in
smoke and shadows.
welcomed by a sunken
booth with
open arms and a
bottle of wine.
intoxicatingly
familiar – warm.
over the years and
through the haze
things filed away and
forgotten –
all but nervous
anticipation.
...
the skeleton key
you dangle helplessly
on my chain.
i grasp you in my
hand instinctively.
your shaft pressing
into my flesh
i cannot wait to
use you –
to see where you’ll
take me.
upon insertion you
fill my niches.
- a jiggle - a twist
-
all my doors are
open.
...
yes!
colors. a rainbow
rushing over me.
a licentious cascade
bleeding and
changing.
no longer definable
but undeniable.
beautiful works. each one distinct. i imagine each work as its own thing, and yet cannot help thinking of the three as a triptych set.
ReplyDeletei wish they were a set written sequentially but they are not. they just really seemed to fit together well - i'm glad you thought so too.
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