My Muse, The Amazon

My Muse, The Amazon long poem

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Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged
In dimples, the scarab dew slurps
Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight
Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like
The Anaconda’s swallowing strains.
Your life restless, the nose suffocates
Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.
By your sighs billing doves muffled

Fanning blue bottles, drone sonorous
Its seed of wiggly bullets, numerous
Sow on acne, blackheads abscess
Ears purulent in buttery putrefaction.
Breath and breasts a shy odoriferous
Summer time, in heatwave sweat
Rivulets down your cleavage dour
Runnels gulley in back-parting scour,

Trudge marshes, splash and elope
To Stygian haunts, with Penelope
Like onions are corns and bunions
Callused hands and cracked soles
Sink and shuffle, slept in holes,
In the muck slurry, daub and bath
Mud-suckers, larks, snipes, catfish
Slime thrashed and to mash, trashed

In honour of Ovid, the ardent tools wield
On the sandy shore lies our laired cavern
Grotto cobwebbed under palm climbers hidden
Ear lobes, shoulders and breasts are peppered
With dandruff, scale, chaff, grit and ashes
Neck and elbow lines fill with dust putty,
Curves amble, waist pecking-birds perch,
Wild musk wisps on hirsute hands and legs.

Lavish bristles in pits of arms and crotch
Ravish immensely, scratch without the itch.
On the rack linen and ready toilet pitch
Ivy, kelp and seaweed laced lingerie
Over stoic tits, its wired mesh tangled
Leaf and frond, kisses in bonfire hiss
Imputrescible oil, the elixir of five days old odours.
In a Hymen rite maddened limbs entwine Aphrodite.

Tears happy mixed in tears sad
Flood the eyes and breach lashes
Spill on sides. falls and crashes
Hair waves, dishevelled and sad
Welled up is the fountain of love
Warmed up, turns to a bowl of fire
Boiling churning steaming higher
Till limbs broken, wild kick, shove

The mint that inflames the bullock nose
Vents through ventricles, all orifices whose
Nourishment is the stench of marshlands.
Fanning and opening, anguish strutting
Fervent channels sinuous, widely rutting
Boars, dank weed drunk, revel and roar
Sows scent keen, plough, forage and soar
Pallid vapours, with laughter lungs fill
Night fall fluorescent sprites, glow worms
Fire-flies, with brands, chase the dark
Squitoes, furies irate in company lurk
As stars above blink, lagoons below glint.
In sour mudflats, wade and row
Where rice and oat, wild grow

Anchored, solitary lotus flower, swaying.
Dew dappled, grace showered, praying
Crimson incandescence, a ritual offering
Awaits on threshold, the nocturnal guest
Treads lightly, leaf and blade may blush
Taps to touch sensual thermopile eel
Cleft, the nether lips, in pink wrapped
Never to my heart is she near
Always in far obits with fear
Lost in eclipse, sleep walking
Aurora Borealis, night stalking
This clash, straying comets crossed,
Now fused bodies churn, smothered
In a lifetime once, the heavens ordain

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