Sacred whore

Light, a prostitute, hug every atom ,travelling all the vaccum through space. Draping a golden saree bathed inthe ocean , with warm cleavage it lure the senses. Photonic flesh was scarred,bitten rubbed against the lustic dark teeth. Every orgasm was a painful thunder,and every breath was a deformed teary cloud. The murky sweat eclipsed the…

That’s how poems are made.

How’s the ink made ? When you want blow the poem like a dragon fire Dig the heart for emotions,and grind them in neurons with electric thoughts Throw a net on greenery,catch every simile like a fish and cut them to pieces Drill the holes in the walls of sky ,and collect every metaphor that…