That time I met Beauty and wished to never have desired her in the first place.
She slurped up
the inside of sea shells
with her slippery tongue,
which teasingly slid in
and out
through shimmering lips.
Fineries swimming around
her swan’s throat and
lovingly embracing each finger,
she beckoned me
forward with fluttering lashes,
fascinating lips and hips and the drip
of words my ears
yearned to hear.
Her honeyed voice
the sound of rhythmic
ocean waves breaking
the shore line,
she whispered words
forming tangible strands
that braided
around my neck.
She gorged my sensibilities
with delicacies
and drowned my lungs
with crushed up
diamonds.
The exquisite sensations
became too much too take
and I began to breathe
fires of confetti,
convulsing and
vomiting
the insides of
a piñata beat
to the death
aside my uvula
until I collapsed
underneath
the sound of sirens
calling my name.
