Inkblot - Cloud Rat

Dresses dancing against a boundless breeze

Orgasm rolling forth…

Big yellow buses.

Big purple bruises

Breaking nails, dirt hiding under

You know just where to touch me

That place, that special gaze

Nothing compares to touch.

Piano fingers, cold and unlaced

To scare me is to win me.

To stain me is to scar me

Inkblot butterflies dwell in temples

But it’s for her, not you

I’m sorry you feel sick

Inkblot moisture feeding, feeling

Inkblot test

Inkblot bleached right through

Pouring to the other side

Pouring

You…