Night is a nicotine patch
A burnish of black leather
A bleeding scratch
On the naked nether
It is altogether a womb
A giants eyelid blinking
A mammoth’s bog tomb
Glinting of times eroding
Sleep navigates its marshes
Through nightmare forest
Crawling into its sedges?
Standing fearfully deforest
Legs trembling in coyness
Light is again touched
And rousingly it is loved
Immersed in anew mistress

Comments
jennifer | June 18, 2008 - 21:39
I particularly like the opening stanza:
'Night is a nicotine patch
A burnish of black leather
A bleeding scratch
On the naked nether'
Superb, rhythmically and rhymically (?) (Making up words as usual!)
However, I feel that punctuation would help in the reading...