Issue
#8 

a poem by Liz Mares

Pink Cloud

Fantasy-driven
Global heaven
Crawling on all fours
Hands digging
Toes churning
Cheeks skyward bound
Ropes around hips
Unbound ecstasy
Pink cloud raining
On buried tongue.

© by Liz Mares
 

Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #8 ~ March 2010