t=0

Into the Vortex,
A rabbit hole,
fallen…
A coordinate in time, not birth, but t=0;
No bang, just collapse!
Into a black hole,
Your mouth at the centre of our vortex.

No multiverse, instead:
Daughters – black holes – of mothers.
Comfort and saccour?
In God, in heaven; the Mother from which you collapsed.

Dangling tits in black pools submerged.
Those daughters of a daughter.
And some, too.
Swimming in a tear duct,
A humongous pore.
Teats!
Swirling in a vat,
On God’s porous face,
Life and death,
Pulls down.

Snogging on Trains

Showered in kisses,
through cupped hands,
your tender face,
in mine,
embodied.

As within,
from beryl eyes,
you cross,
to rest inside.

I gasp,
surprised!
Your outer
and my inner,
betwixt is lodged.

An impression,
forms,
of none,
no other,
no boundary,
where neither I
begins,
nor ends!
but
one sense
engendered
Be.

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Hot Kisses

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Here in the morning gloaming
burning
my skin flaming
as I imagine red kisses
from smouldering lips!

How easily
in anticipation
you make me wimper
before with pleasure
making me simper –
each kiss
another hot coal
placed on my rawness
with searing softness.