cracked tile <br />voices spew: <br />walls ceilings floors <br />splitting sounds with used <br />razorblades <br />carving <br />grafitti <br />on your bare <br />breasts... <br /> <br />sun rises <br />sets <br />rises <br />all in the <br />blink of an eye <br />time is totally <br />fucked up... <br /> <br />my fingers touch you <br />disappear <br />one <br />by one <br />reappear: <br /> <br />in your mouth <br />your sex <br />groping <br />for identity <br />to taste your <br />steel rust sweat <br /> <br />burning <br />my tongue consumes <br />this room <br /> <br />(Copyright 3 May 2006)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-a-strange-trip/
