Friday, March 17, 2006

Incestuous Desires Realized

Mami Dearest

Her kisses, soft, bails of cotton bagged in silk duffels

Her vagina, warm, Summer sunrays beaming through triple panes

Her smile, inviting, concierge standing, opening doors of Waldorf Astoria

Her love, addictive, unused crack veils, home to stratospheric highs

Her embrace, overpowering, looking at Aroua Borealis, standing directly beneath

She is as far beyond the typical woman as God is beyond man, to fathom her as no longer a part of my life is similar to devout racists believing the nigger race has a place at the table of equality...

She is the past making the present jealous of future endeavors, her layers intrigue, her errors are n-o-n-e, her Eros controls my libido like actions, by an ego, trust in her is complete, unbroken circles, cycle began when symbolized endings translated into beginnings which never ended…

No woman means more, not even my wife.

Mother, I love you.

3 Comments:

Blogger Angel said...

"She is the past making the present jealous of future endeavors..."

Dag!!! That's a hot ass line! This must be one bad woman, because there is definitely power in that statement!

Friday, March 17, 2006 at 6:57:00 PM CST  
Blogger CousinSarah said...

I agree with Angel, that line is so vivid.

Beautiful.

Friday, March 17, 2006 at 9:48:00 PM CST  
Blogger Tobey A. Anderson said...

dude, nice. very strong, very vibrant and nice flow. I'll be back to check you more later.

i invite you to check me

peace

Saturday, March 18, 2006 at 7:29:00 PM CST  

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