Friday, 18 March 2011

No wonder

 Eye of time, by Salvador Dalí

My pupils are bursting

with vivid memories,
of sleepless silences
and lavish loud poetry;

with thrilling images
of your eyes in ecstasy,
piercingly mirroring my lust,

carving into mine like hungry knives;

my pupils are bursting,

with flashes of naughty laughter
and graffitis of swearing words
as I ride my love on you,

willingly, rebelliously;

my pupils are bursting,

with haunting memories
of this restless human craving 
and my fearless animal loving.

No wonder I cannot sleep.

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