FLOATY BOATY
old tracks and elven voices
through the ages clear,
echo those rejoices
then and now, not here.
into the West they went,
leaving behind her music and her scent
in the candle of her moon
and word warmed room
of silver branches-
where streams flow up
and starlight dances
over the cup
of cerebral foreplay
that makes the melancholy mundane day
go floaty boaty
on mental maps
where lips lapped
and tongue tip tapped
forward and back
on moist moaty-
a sensuous place, where conversations dream,
floated in speech bubbles above the scene,
anchored to each mouth and head-
stroking the music rising from the bed.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones 2012. From his book POMEGRANATE FLESH. All Rights Reserved.
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40 Poems From POMEGRANATE FLESH by Strider Marcus Jones
PoetryThis collection of poetry features 40 of the 75 poems from my latest book Pomegranate Flesh. You are most welcome to vote and comment and follow me. The poems in this collection show Strider's gift of being able to weave words into creative and surp...