Treasure Island

Nicholas Peter


Camellias


Your smile,
An automatic gunfire barrage,
A closed-lip firing squad,
Viet Cong ambush subtlety.

Your body,
a yellow Camellia,
preaching my name,
a call-to-arms demand.

Your sex,
is a syringe,
a prime naked injection,
an overdose of nighttime,
desire.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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