wicked prowls

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

the tropic's hot instincts
catalyze erratic dragon flies
to foul amorphous senses
on burned grass and sweat
with cashew’s carnal reek
of oil and dry stale relics
set for shoddy indulgence.
the heat-braving rock’s mirage
trough lonely undulating manliness
to sweat,swathe saltiest strains.
essential vapor fill up cavernous torpor
feminine coils touching dry grass
no music to frustrate vicious
adulterated fetish.
just one speck of a prying vulture
over naked stretches swollen in reheat;
melting desperation trickles down
to nail biting contours
on a silky carpet of dust;
a dog far-off,gasps
under the bridge
over the desiccated river,
when herbivorous cannibals
swallowed sweat,
smelt of sweltering flesh.