Divulgence from Sineater by Jacob Dring

Eyelids flutter
these hands mutter
across your form
stirring a storm
betwixt thighs
and beneath skies
of a carnal nature
a fuchsia flavor
for my versatile dialect
a longing to dissect
your reservations
and reservoir of diffidence
to tickle sensations
and cue sinful efflorescence
now come to my voice
move neither legs nor muscles
c o m e
at the hint of my intonation
you haven't a choice
try to stand, each knee buckles
no warrant for somnambulance
embrace the moist subconscious
trance of effluence
give in
cave in
a flood of acceptance
I shall disintegrate
from your sodden skin
but even as you wake
never truly fade

• Spoken Word
• poems
• poetry
• talking
• voice
• Virginia