Insatiable as our mouths
screaming sonnets everywhere
tranquility night matters
beckons aphrodite's touch
caress and scramble in
the californian bed
full moon illuminates
forever sticking out
ever to be tasted.
Insatiable as our Mouths
so close to be apart
exaltation abides
stuttering catalepsy
divides intervention
thumping of the sonnets
as insatiably
undeniably
as our mouths.
by: Bryle Ismael
