Brown and Pink

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  Bracken.  Public domain.

The bracken, just like life, turns back to rust.

They make their way up through it, rustling through

The brown.  They need to find a way to thrust

In love–or something like it.  He shoves spew

Inside the guts once they are over hill

And out of sight.  Those guts receive that love,

Its color not like rusted metal, spill

Of off-white slime instead, the loving shove

Delivering the gusts in darkness, deep inside.

They both desire that stuff will not leak out.

The one receiving it has opened wide

And now wants capture of the spurts, the spout.

  The love is clamped inside the sloping pink,

    That softest, tightest, slickest greedy chink.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Dec 21, 2024 | LO, SE | 0 comments