a soft flood rising
walking in between barren trees
that are starting to bud slightly.
walking in between smoldering branches
catching water on her tongue
slightly touching each trunk:
a gathering of slimy - green - smooth
as she rubbed it between her finger tips
a smell of animals and moss.
a slow fingering and
a tender drop down
a generation of mucus.
spinning with head turned back
entwined dizzy sky
in between decaying buildings.
crooked streets turn in upon her
a certain vertigo, a slight nausea
A full history sucked and nibbled, furiously eaten.
rubbed all over,
hands grasped in each of her mouths.
it is the traditional way of
performing as completely exposed.
an awkward believe that what she had in her,
was heightening their own pleasure.
within 24 hours manufacturers
have replaced a woman's body.
she lay there so blissfully
a jerk rapid movement:
She sat upright exposing her
sex and a sly grin.
the aluminum copies of her tongue
softened the physician and drew him
into her until he was eaten alive.
and lay down next to her
while insects fluttered
soft molded
Peter Marra is in Williamsburg Brooklyn. His goal is to become an adjective and find new methods of description. He has either been published in or has work forthcoming in Caper Literary Journal, amphibi.us, Yes Poetry, Maintenant 4, Beatnik, Crash, Danse Macabre, Clutching At Straws O Sweet Flowery Roses, Breadcrumb Scabs,Carcinogenic and Calliope Nerve. He is currently constructing his first collection of poems.