armbouchures (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

armbouchures

when you serving warm things at the table
and your bosom's breathing down
rubbing here on my shoulder
and your quiet forbidding ways
are sopping up all my clumsy notions
and covering my eyes with those bouncing things
is it me you pulling to come to you
or something else here you choosing to use

and when you wallowing here in my under arms
and teasing those seasoned storms
and slick distorted forms
shadowing my loins and those other things
lulled and dulled and buried here underneath
is there something in here you coming for
or some other dream of another dream
you sucked and swallow in many other rooms
consumed instead of living things

and when we're softly dissoloving
in slow and succulent drippings
in the muffled echoes
of those long hushed and dark southern nights
tasting something there in carnal whispers
are you craving sweet morsels left in here underneath
or hungrily devouring and scouring
with the soft savage jaws of drunken dark dancers

Copyright © 1992 Asili Ya Nadhiri