Mild sensuality in free verse

Leaving You for Jellyfish Lake

to the depths Lachesis permits

Photo by Shot by Cerqueira on Unsplash

Drowsy, safe in your arms
I turn with piques and squirms
toward the documentary you’d abandoned
between ear nudges and shoulder kisses.

I just might be misinterpreting
accent, tongue, and script…

Among the Caroline Islands of Palau
ocean salt presses
where limestone allows
toward the silvery lacuna of inland lake

…and already this is a good dream.

Medusas swell
fringed round the labia
like skirted ballroom virgins
in a horizontal ballet.

Lacrimose, angels dive with thrusts of bells
to the depths Lachesis permits.

Is it fate that binds us,
or bindings that lead us into temptation

with a kick under the blankets.

Juts of mandrake sever diaphanous fell
and impale gelatinous manna
that cardinal fish suck and dispel in clots.