Poetry

sensory

two pupils rotate
behind their lids
the two dilate
behind their shutters vainly
in the dark

two nostrils expand
inhaling the aroma
of her neck
the nose tip digs into the musk
in the dark

the pliant tongue slides
across and lingers
on each of her moistened lips
its tip basking in her yielding firmness
in the dark

the pupils finally
no longer stray
remain still at last
content in their imaginings
in the dark//

renato
friday 1 january 2021