Insiduous chills of hidden
eyes
follow sinuous lines of flesh,
flare complex passion
under the arching serpent
in dark trees
howling at the moon.
Night's erotic reversals
stir wanderlust
with voluptuous horror,
sinister caresses of
skin like tropic leaves,
mosses of murky moisture
that drip dim drops in
shadows of distant moonsong
as voiceless, yearning loons
silently serenade these
breathless fictions tramping rapt
through actual lands.
by Jason Paul Fox
poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
You
MUST credit my authorship when reproducing this poem in any way!
Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
(It's OK to give my poem to friends or people at school, if you credit me and
don't make money off it)
copyright
2007 Jason Paul Fox