surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Lust is in the Air
The distinct internal writings of two jezebels, Caressed by the numerous, like toes in summer sands, Bringing us homeward bound, To the lecherous natures within, Sauve tongues lick the gospels of sin, Locutions cascading in the night’s aerate, Whispering naughty fashions against the lobes, Inflammational thoughts swell the ‘moist areas of tension’, Reasons of seduction, I deduced? This rationality appears, then dissipates rapidly, A strong wind of desire desperately shed light, Not unlike that of Florida’s perceperational attributes, Nature grasps it’s social butterfly in a ‘Cocoon of Dereliction’, The moth inside has died like puberty, The sexual avarice of a demigod is warranted, The ‘Pheromones of Lust’ cloud the mind, Lust is in the Air
By Tyronn Rahda Monroe5 years ago in Poets
