Heal

 

Heal

 

Darkest those thoughts before the drop,

from ten through four squared photos crop,

recycle in raindrop rounds in puddles found

clouds, oiling the wheels, oiling the water,

oils lust for the mother and more for the daughter,

caught deep and trapped and open cast,

bring both before me chained in recent past

for your pleasure and for mine at last

then jolt and shock, drop antishock watch shook;

reach out for cruel time, wind down spiral lines,

groan deep for we have not yet cratered sleep:

the seconds, the minutes, the hours that creep,

grip hard the edge of black basins who pull

with grave intent at her sticky wool,

for she tongued and grooved and from good stock,

part her deepening cleavage, her opening frock,

invite you to reach in and begs you to touch,

run yesterday’s hands over her hot satin lands,

slipped in with scented liquid drips and slips,

fall headlong, keel over, greases weakening grips

and examines, heals, thinks, feels, cries,

hypnotized your closing eyes over closing eyes.