3 poems by smithpeter

This Morning

everything looks phallic to me today
even your elbow
that tree branch out your window
the cock in your mouth
the tongue sticking out
after cumming
licking for more
my silver egg is not
rough enough for me today
even your elbow
and upper arm with silk
tourniquet turquoise and black
leather strings for unwinding
when your knees bring you
to my lap

This Afternoon

photo giver
shyly backs herself
into a corner of knots
for pulling by my design
against my ex-wives rope
just slightly twisted
singly raked, dragged
slow as fast you want
giving what gives most
to view your floating rise

That Evening

sharing battled,
we converse the unique flavor
of two lovers
all our bodies
far apart
reaching and ignorant
just enough for
a single separated
tender compass point

often tender,
friction equals bliss