Inkblot

Dresses dancing against a boundless breeze
Orgasm rolling forth…
Big yellow buses. Big purple bruises
Breaking nails, dirt hiding under
You know just where to touch me
That place, that special gaze
Nothing compares to touch. Piano fingers, cold and unlaced
To scare me is to win me. To stain me is to scar me
Inkblot butterflies dwell in temples
But it’s for her, not you
I’m sorry you feel sick
Inkblot moisture feeding, feeling
Inkblot test
Inkblot bleached right through
Pouring to the other side
Pouring
You…