Into The Arms of Nitrous Oxide
Head back breathe in
Float into the sweet embrace
Where drills are rushing rivers
And burnt bone, crackling fireplace
Breathe in the floating
The hand on cheek suddenly
Softly sensuous as the
River runs and the fire perfumes
The air of most precious intimacy
He with his arm in your opened mouth
You, eyes closed drifting deeper
Into the sweet embrace
PKP aka Pearl Ketover Prilik
This is lovely, Pearl Girl. Only you can make having a root canal sound like a sensual experience and a love affair with your dentist!
ReplyDeleteReally great stuff, I must say. Feel better, kiddo. Amy
Thanks Amy...It's not called "sweet air" for nothing I suppose. Hope you are recovered!
ReplyDelete