STRANGE ATTRACTORS

The order of chaos,
Suspected agent
Behind the shapes of seas and trees,
Clouds and coastlines
Engender our disharmonic cascades.

You draw the shutters of my bedroom
And the cool, cosy, dark room
Belongs to us.

Your skin glides and slides on your member
And my hands move up and down.
Faster, faster.
I remain oblivious to the spurting creamy liquid.

Your drawing annihilates my peace eternally
...............Perhaps yours.
Chaos draws me in,
Incubates in my inner world

Of shadows

And replicates hairy, rough and fuzzy
Fractals on the plastic sheets.

Let us drop the marble from the edge
Of the bowl to draw a myriad of patterns.
It will eventually, like us, settle at the bottom
And the flutter of my wings will forever change you.

© Copyright: Christiane Conesa-Bostock