The Nonconformist, May 19, 2021 Rhapsodies of Seduction

I. Think Of Me

Think of me Pull my face from behind the clock’s ticks and tocks. Look —in the blackness of my eyes— for a pillow to rest and drowse

Hear my voice, converse with my waves Climb the crests. Plunge into the troughs, then sail along the borders of my lips. Rustle with my tumultuous breeze And when you tire, land on the banks of desire and drown in a deep sleep. Dream of me


II. Dream Of Me

Whisper my shape to your pillow. Sigh –in the silence of your space— my figure Dream of me. Recite the strands of my hair. Detangle their spell of maze. Retrieve —in the hollow of your nostrils— my scent. Conjure —between your lips and tongue— my tang. Come to me


III. Come To Me

on a float of desire Blow the wind’s whistle. Wake my ruins from an exile Seep underneath the shroud Breathe into it. Turn the cemetery of the skin into a festive ground

Come to me on wings of trembles Flap around. Land my ground. Convulse this heart into crumbles Trickle beneath the desert. Disperse the stillness of dust. Sprout from the monastery of the lips— a scandal of lust


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