stevenallenmay (USA): two poems

"WOMB FLOATING"

Now! Yes that was all she had come for!
and so her dreams went on and on as the train
carried her homewards
dying look drank in the shadows of the fading world.

As if she were saying these words
in dark waters. Their masks kept
falling away, naked beneath
but-- it was her fault. In her sleep

she twitched. Her heart was
barricaded. The path at dusk, orange
hue. She painted

some people might
it's a lawless world
the whole affair spoiled
God's pointed finger tapping
guilt on their shoulders
shifting blame

down to seed
in womb
floating

"beginning heat of summer"

i can tasteyourwine kisses on my lips, I can recount the
eagerness of your body last night. the smell, the scent

the tingle on my tongue, your hot damp longing
penetrating....no air, you say, no air

breathing desire, you move from bottom to top, frustrated
fall back i work slowly but not too

navigating your panama canal, rising and lowering
levels of emotion and moisture

jungle humid and deep inward rhythm building
like far-off thunder rumbles, an approaching storm

taking pleasurewhere you will, fingers tickle
the wet spots as you climb aboard and ride

the totem of my being into a release of ecstasy
bursting at the pores

exploding into sighs, dripping white
paint down these overdone southern walls

and summer begins
weeks from now