Wordle #83 and Poetry Prompt 18

Week 83

My heart doubles as a radio,

Lissome flesh overtaken by bonhomie

A lateral gambol across a spectral nexus.

The puncture of your unending kisses.

A vacuum of heat. All the pottery overturned

We have made such a wreck of nunchi

Finding within each other something savage,

Something tenable and I cannot conceive

Of a moment without your garish Avian wiles.

You drive me into strokes of madness

Into terrible strokes of genius.

My womb is a cornucopia overflowing,

My sentience a chimera in which

The sharpest thorns grow together

With the most sumptuous fruits.


I went with a very free stream of conscious write in light of yesterday