Politics, Pornography, Poetry

/, Blesok no. 108-109/Politics, Pornography, Poetry

Politics, Pornography, Poetry

Key Words: Morning, July, Uzice, Partisans’ Square, sun, wind, life decisions
Former Lovers’ Conversation on a Shared Pillow

Excerpt from the book of poetry “Politics, Pornography, Poetry”

you lean your head against my shoulder
the room is lit by the crumbs
of the lampion light
which managed to penetrate the shades
you smile
I don’t understand why
you encircle my ear with your lips
and quite silently ask me
would you like to fuck me

your question sounds very rough
but see
I would jump into the two lakes
under your forehead
I would row with your eyelashes
and raise this skill to an olympic discipline level
and when I reach the land
I would climb those cheekbones of yours
as a mighty alpinist
silvester stalone who
will stick a flag with his lips
on the two hills under your eyes
then I would study the geometric possibilities
of our lips’ overlapping
am very interested in those matters
then I would target your neck
I would mark my territory and march along it
bojan’s land is where bojan’s kisses are
after this military campaign smilingly
I would remember how those cheekbones were a piece of cake
compared to the mountains expecting me
here I would call my fingers to help my lips
gently caressing your nipples
as some
hypersensitive potentiometers from a science-fiction movie
then I would go down to the belly button
the general place of girl’s beauty
which in your case proves
that general places will save the world
I would have to give a kiss
to what the old timers call
mons venus
although it’s more of a valley
compared to your mountains
which I have already conquered
I would advance down your legs with my tongue
until I finally reach
the ten happy dwarves
and I have to kiss each of them separately
that’s how it goes
and even after that ceremony
with the inner side of your thigh
you’d touch a
long term friend of mine
dressed up
and a bit blushed
would leave for an encounter
with your lady friend

you see
the answer to the question
that you asked
is much more complex than
you might have expected
but if you’re tired
and not in the mood for me to draw you the algorithm
of this complicated psycho-physical process

I’d like to fuck you

AuthorBojan Marjanović
2018-08-21T17:22:31+00:00 August 19th, 2016|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 108-109|0 Comments