tribals dancing to the moon
their cymbals ..their orangutan tunes...
like never known before...
the cool rain on the leaves....
of marijuana..my skin....my tubes.... my brain
out of the circle....out of the rhyme...
in sleep ...reapeated overtime...
out of the circle....out of the rhyme...
in sleep ...reapeated overtime...
locusts on her epicentre
more closer than flesh on flesh
than skin on skin..
the demensions bend....
elliptical ..sado-masochistic
the air ..the jungle..the sea...
planets mad with mercury fumes
in a whirlpool....pulled apart....
3 comments:
Wow...this takes us into a trance.nice
quite an orgy mood
Ur words creates an image of a tribal village where some orgy is going on ... something like 'Ghotul' ... keep walking!!!
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