Eskimo

black dress on a naked body
like chocolate on your Popsicle
summer flew, flew, flew
what's our care that will be in the winter

washed and scrubbed until monotonous
gray asphalt, like the skin of an elephant
under your heels he moans
whispers, whispers, envies us

dress tight leisurely step
will cause men's neck eversion
in every movement, the thrill and moisture
these subjects are unknown to the rest

hidden witnesses of the tenderness of the embrace
flipped his resentfully the old castle
throw off the chocolate dress
to not merge with the surging darkness

midnight burst the shell of the snail
rain commas marked window
glitters scales brand new tiles
the wet street is all about one

morning coffee bitter kisses
color adding a blend of a farewell
only future verses will not pass
the taste of a Popsicle on hot lips