Play it Again
Those succulent notes inside your head.
Tangled up, rumbling thin, sheep skin pulled on
tight, so it don’t slip- SCREAM – so he can hear you.
Silence her with dewy finger tips,
blooming on those rose thorned lips.
Hands wrapped ‘round her vine leaved neck,
that wilts blue from raptured silence.
Humming drummed deep in her throat,
Rise rise rising, don’t let it slip.
Just Hum till the Hum bleeds out,
till the Hum bleeds out
the Hum will bleed out
Play it again.