Friday, 23 December 2011

Laundry room



he found refuge in the laundry room
Feeling pale light carving a silhouette of bending torsos
It still burns wet after he dropped his towel
... Penetrating Eros inside the tantric vortex

Stop! Stop! and maybe not
foreign exchanges of a rocking lush lullaby hush
Boys opening up voids of taboo, love and lube

It all started here
where the tumble dryer rattles unevenly on the textured floor
each observation of chaos turning a perfect thinking circle of want

he cried while
heat softly blowed from the motor and the smell of softener infused the air

Yeah, he left your intestines
with a confusing pulse

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