Dirty Thoughts
by Odra Marcano

He sizes nine
on an eight-inch desired
blocking all that admires

Time became the bridge
screaming all his fears
that rain over a goat skin
running through the atmosphere

Bleeding through sensations
no high healing
within several frictions
to handle all tears with conviction
claiming the sweat draining
from a sweeter description

Colors strip out the definition
of wonder in a vision
consuming one’s bodies
wishing a special edition

Raping the strings of a guitar
creeping out the night
a sensual dance
claim desired on
the urge of soul
perfect body silhouette
tattoo on moaning memories
of someone’s magic
persuasion

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