Between Crossed Legs -or- Let me be a Sexist one more time

Between Crossed Legs
-or-
Let me be a Sexist one more time

Two pink lips
two inviting pink lips
parting the flesh sea
pearl oysters
and honey parade
speaking to me
horizontally
as we dance
oh we'll waltz
and jig the pieces
from your trees
picking such sweet fruit
from the other lips
that speak other sweet things
and some that are rotten naughty.

-Matthew Koutzun

Found Long After

Found Long After

Left abandoned
wordless
and empty,
no thought has come here today.
It has mulled and stayed hidden
but etches on face
and dashes in fidgets.

Left wondering
waiting
and paitent,
no thought has come here today.
It peeked and ran
through mind and heart
but didn't dare press lips.

Left forgotten
mindless
and careless,
no thought has come here today.
I was meaning to stop by sooner
but thought wouldn't come
and form wouldn't come either.

Left abandoned found again.

-Matthew Koutzun