Erotic Photography

In black and white macros
everything seems so enticingly sensuous ,
but everyone knows that nothing
ever quite feels
as good as it looks.

Floury tones of talcum skin
leave absent psychological neurotica
in guilt ridden grievance for transcendent erotica.

The world is wearing a suspender belt,
looking through mountains, suggestively.
Destruction of purity,
Evolutionary
Instinct.
Does travel really broaden the mind?
It's all black and white memories
in boxes under the bed;
useless, lonely, gathering time,
and always
painfully
right.





 

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