s'mores
by Rene Foran
you
bring
the wood
and i'll light
the campfire, blowing
the coals til the fire rises
hot,
full
focused,
hypnotic
a sword trained on point
urgent breaths drawn then swallowed whole
i
hear
jungle
drum rhythms
sex and death and sex
and death and sex and death and sex
Rene ~ 2013
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Always wondered what those Girl scouts were thinking. *
Good form, Rene.
"hot,
full
focused,
hypnotic
a sword trained on point
urgent breaths drawn then swallowed whole"
I like the piece. *