Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Making Love With Memories


You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.

We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.

I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.

And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory

Submitted: Saturday, May 15, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (5/15/2010 5:27:00 AM)

    thinking of this: : :

    I kissed a venerable mouth
    – Crammed with falsities –

    a poet always tries to put into words his own experiences.. we convey a lot without knowing sometimes. thank u for sharing. (Report) Reply

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