His fingers, skinny tendrils,
sentient in the dark, entwine
his lovers fleshy trunk,
endowing another body
with fresh intensities of sensation.
These blossoms of the night
are shrouded in the black
cloak of sightlessness.
The moon turns her
dark side on their sensuous world,
while the lovers skinny dip
in bottomless amniotic pools.














Critiques
Every word is precise and deliberate, contributing to the overall imagery and somewhat dark romanticism, quenching the tongue and lips with rich language and fat descriptions. This poem is definitely opulent.
One of the highest qualities of it is the mutual nurturing words, the way each word complements the other. For example - intensities of sensation, which wouldn’t feel the same without the word fresh. Or the wonderful bottomless amniotic pools. This poem is filled with little amazing couples, phrases, enchantments.
This poem made me feel.
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