Apodyopsis

Apodyopsis

The  shiny screen that separates us  grinds.

It hides heaps, yet shows so much more

 As my mind begins slowly undressing

You.

The shimmering of silk

That slowly slides up your leg,

The white light that slowly turns to shade

 In the curve of your thigh

-I have to say that makes me sigh-

And in the slow rock of the muse,

 Ohh fuck  how you now  tease

And Oh Gods how you please

For gossamer threads wraps about you

As you so slowly squeeze.

And as these curtains slowly close,

The image -like a sweet anarchist - rests

 So softly -here- buried in my soul, 

And like a revolutionary’s request,

Causes an explosion between my legs.

© adh2193  (because I fucking  love time travelling)