Salsa
Who’s still hunting four-legged Words down entertainment streets?
anyhow with hesitant ancient hands some picked up drinking
numerous legs out for more wine / drunken pets’ voices
the traffic sign says
CAUTION
the police are
sleeping ahead
*
So many voices / so many streets
eyes in the open entrance of adventure
an inner city of feeling / green desire’s space
a refuge all lushly verdant caresses
thrilled animals up the flourishing steps of desire
*
Hips free to move down the narrow amusement streets of emotions / horse chestnuts rearing over the fence
no gods nearby just
us obscene issues of an unbounded lust
poem by Mikael Ejdemyr
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