Cloudless |
| It’s Quantum, Baby Gorgeous lips positioned at a precise and momentary angle imbue this awkward coupling with the air of something grand. The intersection of hand and knee appears to mimic a timeless clasp but the unfamiliar dart of tongue in ear notifies all senses involved that these pulsating parts respectively belong to strangers. The untarnished frenzy of first time lovers is the only honorable offspring this night will produce. © Leslie Joseph 2007 |
| The Specimen I am tremendously better late than never. Your sophomoric exploration of me has been discovered. This wicked attempt at colonization, sir, has been brought to light. I am not uncharted, not pure. A braggart’s mission, yours, but this expanse is rebelling. I will not be your midnight exotica, your moonlight bloom meant only for admiration and cataloguing. Can you see me in a glass case, limbs secured with pins, parts lovingly labeled for all to see? I am not your discovery. ©Leslie Joseph 2007 |
