Sunday, November 18, 2018

Leper Skin By Tony Pena

Once pitch black,
leggings sheer grey
from one too many
cycles in the cum
washing machine.
Still piqued, my palm
grazed your forbidden
hip like it did so many
times before but now
you flinch and snarl
as I have grown uglier
in the shadow of a young
Turk whose cock lasts
longer than my vow
of taking you to the healing
waters where the worst
of sins wash off our bodies.
I’ve done the math, though,
and it seems patience was not
your virtue at all as I’ve found  in
a long shower a gift from your lover
to remember him intimately as well.

About Tony Pena:

Tony Pena was selected as 2017-2018 Poet Laureate for the city of Beacon, New York.  
A new volume of poetry and flash fiction, "Blood and Beats and Rock n Roll," is available now at Amazon.   His publication credits include   "Dogzplot,"   "Gutter Eloquence," “Hudson Valley Transmitter,” “Misfit Magazine,” "Red Fez," “Rye Whiskey Review,”  "Slipstream,"  "Underground Voices," "Zygote in my Coffee,"  and others as well as a self published chapbook, "Opening night in Gehenna."
Colorful compositions and caterwauling with a couple of chords can be seen at:

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