Ken's Poetry

Here She Comes Writhing

Here she comes writhing
through tall silky grasses,
green caresses
of compulsiveness,
coiling in corners
of shining damp dreaming
the thrill and the throbbing
unwound in her dancing
the drumbeat of breathing
the heartbeat of living
the blood heat of striving
her head slowly rising
fangs of obsession
drool of succession.