amatory pictures

I know it's the future, staring at the kinetic wires, artificial lemon-wood floors curled with fabric debris, deadly iris onyx spirals and caramel tryst. The melancholy and mechanical blends, the slender arms of torpedo trains, liquid narcotic robotic kisses and lavish tangles of shark fins.

We flicker and shimmer like holographic candles, droplets of melting wax, movement of veiled wings on the whimsical waves, a crystallized man o'war cigar dripping with ice. Blossoms of useless fruits in the peach trees, purring plum cables and ballistic batteries gut shot with caustic acid, sleepy drowsy ferns exploding surreal reality, tranquil torsos at the hill top avenue, arid air conditioning systematic climate control, ventilated breath, the blurry and bleary chasing butterfly farms, the cindered canal and metal arch of the broken bridge scape's, the tremble of rope anchors,  the ashen edge of the syrupy river and slumbering shoe factories. Sky lines of sky torches burnt into the sad somber eyes, the colorless soldiers, the synthetic windows, mirrored silver linoleum hospitals and plagues of viral computers, walking bot mantis in sexual delivery mode, violet voracious sky gardens and sky slums, the cloud café's and blest rain spitting on the sweat of plastic opaque bodies.

yum yum II

I shouldn't make spirals and circles in the wooden sand, parachutes of wild orchids, cinnamon sparks, florid ferns and red berried wine, syrupy goblets and taciturn lanterns waking at the bay, poetic sky-blinding, sky-flying, sky-walking scribbles and pirouettes about caramel hip kissing, tracing your navel and all the things you like. Arms up, lip-bitten, pressed warm and wet, thick and hard, soft succulent humming, how you bend and move like lavender liquid narcotics, toes curled and the pallid light falling through the blinds. You look like a bronze angel laying there as the shards of newborn daylight lacquer your lilac landscape of perfumed prose and painted stalks of honey thistle, a faint brush and bristles, pink panties in the floor, the covers a battleground, blankets at your side, the flowerbeds in heaven, the pitcher plant on the windowsill, the dreary rain-drizzle and sad embers of the volcanic lake, the molten lava and rigid rocks, the stripes of contrast, just what you like, meshing Guyanese chocolate and opaque eggshell white, my green iris ablaze, those magnificent doll eyes, waterfall lash, small stature, sugary sky outside, inside breathing and humming, always humming, yummy yum yum humming like a melting sugar cube on my tongue.