De Salvo

Silence.
Loss in essence.
Mother! Help! in each caress.
A nurse is best.
Undressed.

Liquid sugar.
Lips touch silk.
Steel pricks of pleasure.
Pauses lick the chasm.

Two mirrors, flaked.
A layer peeled back.
A negative photograph,
snap snap.
The lashes bleed the deck.
The darkness wet with meat inside
will kiss a soap smelled neck.

God chokes me. Vomit and tongue. Erotic and wrong. A spider swallowed. God chokes me.

I hear each breath and sigh,
each ecstatic screaming eye.
I hate you. I love you.
Say long salt legs.
Warm plastic to mould,
to heal,
and to die.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.