cracked tile
voices spew:
walls ceilings floors
splitting sounds with used
razorblades
carving
grafitti
on your bare
breasts...
sun rises
sets
rises
all in the
blink of an eye
time is totally
fucked up...
my fingers touch you
disappear
one
by one
reappear:
in your mouth
your sex
groping
for identity
to taste your
steel rust sweat
burning
my tongue consumes
this room
(Copyright 3 May 2006)
Hugh Cobb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-a-strange-trip/
