viscous loops
anthemic wordless conch
that swells my heart bending the air
the music speaks
like the words of cats
looking into its eyes
it purrs and rolls on its back
it howls for me and runs away
when i chase it
bending my thoughts
talkin just to me
makin love to ma mind
running its fingers through my
hair round my achin head ...
planting little kisses
on the crown
tracing my skull
strangled loops reedy croon
pulling at the tides
how it pours slinky
into a glass
smooth rich heavy honey
oozing over the top
24.04.13. © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
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